When Friendships Are Real, They Are Not

Prayer That Craves A Particular Commodity, Anything Less Than All Good, Is Vicious.

Nature Is A Rag Merchant, Who Works Up Every Shred And Ort And End Into New Creations.

We Do Not Quite Forgive A Giver. The Hand That Feeds Us Is In Some Danger Of Being Bitten.

Nations Have Lost Their Old Omnipotence; The Patriotic Tiedoes Not Hold. Nations Are Getting Obsolete, We Go And Live Where We Will.

Make Youself Necessary To Someone.