It does good to no woman to be flattered by a man who does not intend to marry her and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them which if unreturned and unknown must devour the life that feeds it and if discovered and responded to must lead ignis-fatuus-like into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.

Never mistake the uncomfortable feeling of insecurity and the fear of the unknown with the Holy Ghosts promptings. Sometimes those feelings are simply Satan keeping you stuck where you are because he knows you will have a half-life there. He knows that you will spend half of your life disconnected discontented and convincing your mind of what its heart will never accept. He knows when you have settled gave up and didnt try. Inaction is his greatest weapon while regret is his second.

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got on every single inch of earth in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself...

At night we sort the energy that by day we sense.