The things that I can't have I want, And what I have seems second-rate, The things I want to do I can't, And what I have to do I hate.

That stern and rockbound coast felt like an amateur when it saw how grim the puritans that landed on it were.

Not every woman in old slippers can manage to look like Cinderella

Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

I suppose the human race is doing the best it can but hells bells thats only an explanation its not an excuse.

A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.