The world is always ending; the exact date depends on when you came into it.
Don't take it on yourself. Forget now. Live.
The famous are balloons far up in the sky, to be envied for their quiet freedom or shot down as enemies.
For the political world, I have come to believe, is fundamentally beyond anyone's control, yet we all go on as though it were a kind of vehicle that only needs a change of drivers in order to steer it away from its frequent hair-raising visits to the edge of the cliff.
I love her too, but our neuroses just don't match.
That is a very good question. I don't know the answer. But can you tell me the name of a classical Greek shoemaker?