Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

I knew it would be you