Fear is the brother of hate.

It isn't what we are$$$ but what folks think we are$$$ that counts in this world.

Those who remember are usually the unhappy ones. Only those who are able to forget$$$ find the most joy in life.

To 'know Thyself' is considered quite an accomplishment.

Everything has to come to an end$$$ sometime.

Life is a game$$$ play it.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

Agape is related to Eros$$$ as Mozart to Beethoven. How could they possibly be confused?

And the seasons$$$ they go round and round.

Political correctness jeopardizes more than it should the human capacity to speak the truth.