The height of mediocrity is still low.
Always is no Time at all.
Hate: return to sender; address unknown.
Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.
Popularity is not an indication of quality.
The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.