I'm not always depressed: only when I think and feel.
Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?
Why is there still so much pain and suffering being produced when there's so little demand for it?
The information I most want is in books not yet written by people not yet born.
Hold on to me: Someday I may be quite valuable.
It's sometimes easier to do the impossible than to do the embarrassing.