When you can think of yesterday without regret and tomorrow without fe >>
Burning lies led to my silent cries Keeping it inside I've got everyth >>
The purpose of a work of fiction is to appeal to the lingering after-e >>
Never explain -- your friends do not need it, and your enemies will no >>
The first forty years of life give us the text; the next thirty supply >>
The simplest explanation is that it doesn't make sense. >>
The less you know about a subject, the longer it takes you to explain it.