Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.
Since when do you have to agree with people to defend them from injustice?
You do too much. Go and do nothing for a while. Nothing.
Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.
Writers talk too much.
God forgives those who invent what they need.