My dear, Seems pretty stupid to say that the youth of today is consumed by drugs and violence, and that they aren’t getting a proper education, when we as a society have made an education one of the most expensive things to acquire. (And at the same time dropped the price of weapons and drugs to new lows.) The price of an education should be lower than the price of a gun. Till then, we should stop acting dumb as to why guns have...

My dear, The thing I love about physics is that it can always be applied to more than just physics, in general that’s why I love science – because it’s complex truth arrived at through years of hard work and study and sweat, and in the end the solution is always put as simply as possible. Like take Newton’s law of physics, we can apply that to people and their actions throughout life regarding procrastination,...

My dear, Art is not self expression. Art is not fiction come to light. Art is not hands on paper, moving. And art is certainly not you. Art is the soul reacting to the world. Art is the need to express after a long silence. Art is fiction saying it’s better than reality, and this is how. Art is soul, moving hand, moving on paper. And art is certainly more than just you. Falsely yours, Arsène...

My dear, I hated you from the moment I saw you. I hated how you stole my heart. I hated how you made me blind to all other women. I hated how your words could so easily make me happy. And I still hate you now, for I still love you after trying so hard not to. “I hate you” is far better than “I love you” when said properly. I don’t know whether I said it properly or not, but I said it. I. Hate. You. Falsely...

My dear, Mondays. I hate Mondays. With their bleariness and harshness, with their lack of merriment and weekender’s joy… I hate Mondays. So don’t get me started on how I feel about Winter. Winter is waking up to find out that everyday is a Monday. Falsely yours, Arsène...

My dear, Be the friend. Be the one I go to to talk out my problems with, the one I enjoy having around always, and the one I can wake up at 3 AM with a phone call and know you’re going to listen. Or… Be the fuck. Be the one I go to to fuck out my problems with, the best lay I’ve ever had, and the one I can wake up at 3 AM with a phone call and know you’re always going to come to my house. Be the friend or the fuck,...

My dear, The physically beautiful people get the outward attention. They are stared at, paid money to be stared at, and made famous because enough people stared at them. The mentally beautiful people get the intellectual attention. They are saught for their intelligence, paid money for their knowledge, and made famous because enough people think them smart. The emotionally beautiful people get all the good attention. They are wanted...

My dear, Want to have an easy life? Work hard. Want to tell someone to improve? Tell them they suck. Want to see someone disrespect money? Give them all the money in the world. Want to see someone do good? Let them go down the worst road possible in life and let them see where that takes them. Want to see your girlfriend/boyfriend leave you? Cling to them every hour of every day. The secret of life is that things lead to their...

My dear, There’s this fantastic loophole in the system where if you start your own business you automatically have a job. You won’t necessarily be rich instantly, but you’ll have a job. And one you like. The thing about starting and owning a business is that it teaches you all the things you’re supposed to learn in life at an unbelievable pace. You learn that hard work is the answer to everything, that nobody bosses...

My dear, True innovation is not the goal of the ones in charge. No, their goal is to stay on top. And that demands that their way, their way that got them there, their old way, stay relevant. Their goal is to stay on top. And that requires they push down all that threatens their position. Their goal is to keep their monopoly. True innovation comes from the bottom. From the ones that see that the Emperor’s ways are old. The ones that...