Each Day Is A Little

If I Could Repeat My Childhood, I Would Repeat It Exactly As It Was, With The Poverty, The Cold, Little Food, With The Flies And Pigs, All That.

Strictly Speaking, We Do Not Make Decisions. Decisions Make Us.

What Kind Of World Is This That Can Send Machines To Mars And Does Nothing To Stop The Killing Of A Human Being?

I Write To Try To Understand, And Because I Have Nothing Better To Do.

In Matters Of Feeling And Of The Heart, Too Much Is Always Better Than Too Little.