Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me.

If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

In tragedy every moment is eternity; in comedy, eternity is a moment.

Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.