Is there no way out of the mind?
My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.
How we need another soul to cling to.
Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.
Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.