It seems everyday that passes that we don't speak, is another memory that gets thrown away... soon...I will even forget your name. |
Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is. Fortunately, I love money. |
A kitten is chiefly remarkable for rushing about like mad at nothing whatever, and generally stopping before it gets there. |
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before it takes something from him. - Louis L'Amour |
We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt. - R. D. Laing |
Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie, but rather mourn the apathetic, throng the coward and the meek who see the world's great anguish and its wrong, and dare not speak. - Ralph Chaplin |
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel. - Alexander Pope |
My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose. |
In one day you can do two things. You can kill and you can create something in your life. |
What will happen to you, my dear, when I am not there to protect you from the world's hate? |