That which is fruitful for the collective is not always beneficial to the individual.
I attribute a vivid imagination and a misconstrued sense of meaning for what we often coin as nostalgia.
The fear of hurting another might actually just be the fear of owning his regret.
Must one possess a language in order to interpret his or her own thoughts?
The deity is just as man-made as the temple.
Circumstance does not result in outcome, but instead, brings to light that which already is.
They advertise what it is not, more than what it actually is.