Lonely people, in talking to each other can make each other lonelier.
Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.
Styles in wit change so.
If you believe, as the Greeks did, that man is at the mercy of the gods, then you write tragedy. The end is inevitable from the beginning. But if you believe that man can solve his own problems and is at nobody's mercy, then you will probably write melodrama.
Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels.
You are what you are. It is my opinion that trouble in the world comes from people who do not know what they are, and pretend to be something they're not.