No Ends, Simply Means.

I Have No Idea What's Awaiting Me, Or What Will Happen When This All Ends. For The Moment I Know This: There Are Sick People And They Need Curing.

At One Time Or Another All Normal People Have Wished Their Loved Ones Were Dead.

He Who Despairs Of The Human Condition Is A Coward, But He Who Has Hope For It Is A Fool.

Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through Many A Bad Night.

Intelligence In Chains Loses In Lucidity What It Gains In Intensity.