The muses are ghosts$$$ and sometimes they come uninvited.

To live is to be haunted.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

In his mind he was always leaving$$$ always going somewhere$$$ always doing something else.

Could fulfillment be felt as deeply as loss?

What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?

Nothing has more strength than dire necessity.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

You can never be wise and be in love at the same time.

When life gives you lemons....they could really be oranges.