Lose Your Temper And You Lose The

I Didn't Want Him To Become Gray And Multi-dimensional And Complicated Like Everyone Else. Was Every Heathcliff A Linton In Disguise?

We've Learned To See The World In Gasps.

Some Days I Do Appreciate Things More, Eggs, Flowers, But Then I Decide I'm Only Having An Attack Of Sentimentality, My Brain Going Pastel Technicolor, Like A Beautiful-sunset Greeting Cards They Used To Make So Many Of In California. High-gloss Hearts. The Danger Is Grayout.

Too Much God And You Overdose. God Needs To Be Filtered.

And Consider: It Is Loss To Which Everything Flows, Absence In Which Everything Flowers