Working Cuts Down On Both Folly And

Thought Maps Existence; Fantasy Colors It.

Pity Drowns In Numbers.

F. Scott Fitzgerald Thought That Prolonging His Adolescence Would Protect His Talent.

Innocence: I Am Only Stepping On Your Face Because It Lies In My Path.

Travelling, I Worry About Luggage, Prices, And Strange Food. At Home, I Am Free To Broaden My Mind By Thinking About The Higher Things.