Ours Is A Culture And A Time

From This Outer Edge Of His Life, Looking Back, There Was Only One Remorse, And That Was Only That He Wished To Go On Living. Did All Dying People Feel This Way, As If They Had Never Lived? Did Life Seem That Short, Indeed, Over And Done Before You Took A Breath? Did It Seem This Abrupt And Impossible To Everyone, Or Only To Himself, Here, Now, With A Few Hours Left To Him For Thought And Deliberation?

I Don't Believe In Being Serious About Anything. I Think Life Is Too Serious To Be Taken Seriously.

I'm Inclined To Believe You Need The Psychiatrist.

We Can't Live Alone In Any Society. But The Best Way To Help A Society Or Group, Is To Be The Best Individual In It That We Can Be.

Long Before You Knew What Death Was You Were Wishing It On Someone Else.