In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.

I am no longer afraid to say anything.

The selection of leadership must follow practical considerations. Maybe I look at things too pessimistically?