I remember good times like they were yesterday, yesterday was here and left me with a smile. Today I am trying to figure out where the rainbow went. It isn't as close as tomorrow, and if tomorrow ever got here I would know that its today.
Our obsessive preoccupation with external superficialities, and our servile anxiety to conform to the modern not only rob us of individuality and stature, they corrode us until we become complacent and stultified. Noel Langley