This Is The Short And The Long

What Must Be Shall Be.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.