Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

To say “we’re happy” might not be entirely true. Everyone is happy apart from me, as I travel to work wondering what’s wrong.

Prisons are like the concentration camps of our time. So many go in and never come out, and primarily they&#39;re black and Latino.

An idealist believes that the short run doesn’t count. A cynic believes the long run doesn’t matter. A realist believes that what is done or left undone in the short run determines the long run. —Sydney J. Harris

Written By David Allen

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