Others Follow Patterns; We Alone Are Unpredictable.

When Hope Is Hungry, Everything Feeds It

Loneliness, Insomnia, And Change: The Fear Of These Is Even Worse Than The Reality.

Hope Is The Feeling We Have That The Feeling We Have Is Not Permanent.

Minor Vices Lead To Major Ones, But Minor Virtues Stay Put.

Whatever We Worship, Short Of God, Is Sure To Be Our Undoing.