Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.
Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.
The true masters of the art of living are already happy.
Things are beautiful if you love them.
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.