You Can Lose Your Way

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

They Came From The Four Corners Of The Earth, Driven By Hunger, Plague, Tumors, And The Cold, And Stopped Here. They Couldn’t Go Any Futrther Because Of The Ocean. That’s France, That’s The French People.

A Man Should Be Resigned To Knowing Himself A Little Better Each Day If He Hasn't Got The Guts To Put An End To His Sniveling Once And For All.

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past. It's Frightening How Many People And Things There Are In A Man's Past That Have Stopped Moving. The Living People We've Lost In The Crypts Of Time Sleep So Soundly Side By Side With The Dead That The Same Darkness Envelops Them All. As We Grow Older, We No Longer Know Whom To Awaken, The Living Or The Dead.

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.