There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.
But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.