There is no rule without revolts and conspiracies, even as there is no property without work and worry.

I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.

There is no rule without revolts and conspiracies, even as there is no property without work and worry.

~beautiful soul weeps deep~

They entered there into the unconscious philosophy of the town; that life was an incomprehensible marvel, since it was incessantly wasted and spent, yet none the less it lasted and endured 'like the bridge on the Drina'.

When I am not desperate, I am worthless.