Intention, good or bad, is not enough.
There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.
In nature two things do not occur-the wheel and good taste.
Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.
When you know a friend is there you do not go to see him. Then he's gone and you blast your conscience to shreds that you did not see him.
The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement.