On whose authority, who gives the right to religion, the law, medicine, the others, to choose on my behalf but without consulting me, the way, the place and the time I am allowed to die?

A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.

Unlike world I use my notebook from both side.

As long as men die, liberty will never parish.

I like titles that are a little difficult, because it's kind of counterintuitive.

Seeing the glass as half empty is more positive than seeing it as half full. Through such a lens the only choice is to pour more. That is righteous pessimism

Do the work. Do the analysis. But feel your run. Feel your race. Feel the joy that is running.

You do not question an author who appears on the title page as "T.V.N. Persaud, M.D., Ph.D., D.Sc., F.R.C.Path. (Lond.), F.F.Path. (R.C.P.I.), F.A.C.O.G.

The Eagle has landed.

Don't save the canary. Fix the coal mine.