As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.
Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.
Malevolence is shameful but satisfying.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.