I Found The Human Heart Empty And

That God Does Not Exist, I Cannot Deny, That My Whole Being Cries Out For God I Cannot Forget.

It Is Always More Valuable To Report The Truth.

Anything, Anything Would Be Better Than This Agony Of Mind, This Creeping Pain That Gnaws And Fumbles And Caresses One And Never Hurts Quite Enough.

I Will Not Be Modest. Humble, As Much As You Like, But Not Modest. Modesty Is The Virtue Of The Lukewarm.

The Worst Part About Being Lied To Is Knowing You Werent Worth The Truth