It's Not The Struggle That

Mother Died Today. Or Maybe Yesterday; I Can't Be Sure.

The Gods Had Condemned Sisyphus To Ceaselessly Rolling A Rock To The Top Of A Mountain, Whence The Stone Would Fall Back Of Its Own Weight. They Had Thought With Some Reason That There Is No More Dreadful Punishment Than Futile And Hopeless Labor.

What Is Called A Reason For Living Is Also An Excellent Reason For Dying.

History Has Shown That The Less People Read, The More Books They Buy.

We Have To Live And Let Live In Order To Create What We Are.