There is no fury like an ex-wife searching for a new lover.
The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.
The more I see of life the more I perceive that only through solitary communion with nature can one gain an idea of its richness and meaning.
Poets arguing about modern poetry: jackals snarling over a dried-up well.
We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.