You can't enjoy art or books in a hurry.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.

To be, or not to be: what a question!

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don't know you're having one until you're right in the middle of it.

There are so many problems to solve on this planet first before we begin to trash other worlds.