for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.
Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
Food is a profound subject and one, incidentally, about which no writer lies.
Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.
Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.