It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.
Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.