You Can Make Yourself Happy Or Miserable

Write A Thousand Words A Day And In Three Years You'll Be A Writer!

And They Were All, When Their Souls Grew Warm, Poets.

Mars Is Empty Now. Five Hundred Years From Now, It'll Be Full Of People.

All Silence Is. All Emptiness. And Now: The Dawn.

To Feed Your Muse, Then, You Should Always Have Been Hungry About Life Since You Were A Child. If Not, It Is A Little Late To Start.