Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?
Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.
It's hard to face tomorrow, but it's easier than facing no tomorrow.
Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.
No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?