We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

Things Are Not As We Would Like Them To Be. There Is Only One Way To Deal With It, Namely To Try And Be All Right Oneself.

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

If I Have A Stupid Day, Everything Looks Wrong To Me.

The Selection Of Leadership Must Follow Practical Considerations. Maybe I Look At Things Too Pessimistically?