To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

Everything gives way before the recurring torment and festivity of passion.

I think the mystery of art lies in this$$$ that artists' relationship is essentially with their work not with power$$$ not with profit$$$ not with themselves$$$ not even with their audience.

To see that your life is a story while you're in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

For Time calls only once$$$ and that determines all.

Oblivion - what a blessing...for the mind to dwell a world away from pain.

I am very selfish$$$ really. I lived for love.

To me$$$ as a lover of Nature$$$ the waving of a tree conveys thoughts which are never conveyed to me except by seeing a tree wave.

Many a man in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl.