Louis could never shake the suspicion that some people, whether consciously or not, called the storm to themselves.
What bound people together was so fragile.
People always had one kind of animal or another inside them.
People always knew more than you gave them credit for. Perhaps, in the end, no one had any secrets at all.
I don't like people--much. This kind, I mean. And they don't like me at all, as a rule. Maybe the latter explains the former.
Every great painting includes hundreds of imperfect brushstrokes" Ray White
We must understand the Cosmos as it is and not confuse how it is with how we wish it to be.
Yesterday misspent can't be recall'd Vanity makes beauty contemptible Wisdom is more valuable than riches.
Poems ought to reflect the the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.
A poet is somebody who has written a poem.
A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people.
Failures of nerve and energy are not permitted. That's what it means to be an object.
People with yuan fen are destined to like one another; Friendship develops even if a thousand miles apart. But should yuan fen be absent between two individuals, They will remain strangers despite sitting face-to-face
It was useless trying to explain to Cecila that poetry wasn't a commodity, that it could never be bought or sold, that it was, in fact, unteansferrable, remaining forever a part of the one who wrote it.
We are living in a world where moral climates have no atmosphere.
Politics is good; when it works properly, disagreements get solved without people beating each other up. But when a regime knows its days are numbered, there's always the chance it may use its position to change the rules and make the debate it is lo...
And as a man, who is attached to a prostitute, is unfitted to choose or judge of a wife, so any prepossession in favour of a rotten constitution of government will disable us from discerning a good one.
...socialism had somehow made time more flexible. There were often situations when 1 PM and 5 PM were interchangeable.
What was a shadow, after all, but a shape in the moving world reduced to a projection of possibilities?
I have questioned God sometimes whether prayers have gone unanswered. But answered prayer is still harder to believe.
Life is full of signs. The trick is to know how to read them. Ghosh called this heuristics, a method for solving a problem for which no formula exists.
