Worry more about your conscience than your reputation.
Because you are your conscience, your reputiation is waht others think of you. And what others think of you is their problem.
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit. Touch it and the bloom is gone...
Act as is if every act is worthy of becoming a memory.
Thousands plague the ramifications of evil, but only one hits the root.
Pain, is an union of sorrows... into loneliness.
Experiences are expertise of life... but sometimes even its weight.
Often heart reveals... what mind recants.
Everyone is free to make his own things, but... No one is free to do mine!
Passion is a violent quiver which to became difficult, if not impossible, tell... Stop!
A tear is pure, clear like paradise. 'cause it borns by memories. emotions or thoughts... come from hell.