Minds Will Wander Even During The Last

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.

Guilt Agonizes Over Trifles, Ignores Habitual Wrongdoing.

Lonely People Keep Up A Ceaseless Flow Of Commentary On Themselves.

Timidity Keeps Me Safe And Sad In A Narrow Room.

Boredom, Not The Will, Is The Mother Of Change. Necessity Is The Father.