We are all mad; therefore it is not a question of how much of a lunatic we are but how much we're willing to let the crazy out.

It's tough dodging a barrage of bullshit.

Meaningless fornication does not mend a wounded heart.

Procrastination and I have a hate-love relationship.

It's perplexing that a limited few can greatly benefit off of the majorities' fears.

It is good to reflect yet do not ponder as that is a road into a pit of obsession and depression.

Have mercy on the young that are old enough to understand death yet still too young to have learned from it.

Be not controlled by emotional thought as reason is needed to guide rationality that will prove to be right more than it is proved to be wrong.

To see through only one news of thought is like being a child lead by the pied piper.

How can it be that a majority of beliefs humans have held were eventually proved wrong, yet still the things we can't prove we have purportedly procured as being fact?