All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

Genius requires an audience.