What awaits for us, I’m afraid, is no longer a matter to be fixed, it’s a matter to be waited upon.
Death of communication, degrading quality of society, the increasing low of the human mind.
To let yourself care is a foul choice.
Comfort is the goal, but comfort is such an easy thing to achieve.  
To strive for something more is a mystery that needs explaining, but with time is going to be laughed at.
Leaders don’t provide security but only intensify disbelief and doubt.
With the sense of comradeship gone extinct goes courage.
One can’t change for the better when all we’re facing is change but a phony one, filled with false hope.
It’s not surprising that no one has ˝the itch˝.
What’s surprising is that we still get out of bed in the morning, ready for rescue, thinking that today may be the moment of turning.