None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.
I can draw and write, and you'd be foolish not to hire me.
Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.
I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished