Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!

My Writing Is Progressing Slowly, But At Least It's Moving Forward. I'm Sure That's The Case. The Only Problem Is That I'm Never Absolutely Certain That What I've Written Is Any Good.

What Would Your Good Do If Evil Didn't Exist, And What Would The Earth Look Like If All The Shadows Disappeared?

No One's Fate Is Of Any Interest To You Except Your Own.

The Tongue Can Conceal The Truth, But The Eyes Never! You're Asked An Unexpected Question, You Don't Even Flinch, It Takes Just A Second To Get Yourself Under Control, You Know Just What You Have To Say To Hide The Truth, And You Speak Very Convincingly, And Nothing In Your Face Twitches To Give You Away. But The Truth, Alas, Has Been Disturbed By The Question, And It Rises Up From The Depths Of Your Soul To Flicker In Your Eyes And All Is Lost.