It's This Simple: If I

Live As If Everything You Do Will Eventually Be Known.

Whenever We Condemn, We Cloak The World In Pain.

Some People Will Like Me And Some Won't. So I Might As Well Be Myself, And Then At Least I'll Know That The People Who Like Me, Like Me.

It's Not That "today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life," But That Now Is All There Is Of My Life.

When I Get To Where I Can Enjoy Just Lying On The Rug Picking Up Lint Balls, I Will No Longer Be Too Ambitious.