Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself.

You can't deny you ever loved them$$$ love them still$$$ even if loving them causes you pain.

Terrible things can happen in this life but being in love changes everything. It gives you something to hold on to.

You've got to enjoy whatever you can and forget about the rest.

Romance depends upon imperfect knowledge.

Shakespeare's exquisite imagining belies our total inability to live in the present moment.

Desire$$$ ignorance$$$ and inequality—this is the trinity of bondage.

Even nightingales can't live on songs alone.

We live in a wondrous time$$$ in which the strong is weak because of his scruples and the weak grows strong because of his audacity.

Voting isn't the most we can do$$$ but it is the least.