What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't even happened yet.
I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.
How wonderful it is that we can start doing good at this very moment.
Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?
I want to go on living after my death!
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.