Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness.

There was a nice dilemma. How does one interject into a polite conversation, "By the way, in case you're ever interested, I do have a penise."?

If you worry about what everyone is trying to do, you become a spectator and not a player.

My question is, do you believe in an evil possessed of its own purity? or does every act intend some good?

Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness.

You will find no answers here, just choices.

Remember that time you tried to hump the bridge?