Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts.
I wonder if we climb to heaven over the ruins of many cherished schemes.
...appetite turns common food into the fare of kings.
The way of surviving is to find meaning in suffering.
It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal.
Marriage is the learning of someone else's habits.