The paper is patient, but the reader is not.
The evening of a well spent youth brings it's lamps with it.
Luckily, I never feel at one time more than half my pains.
Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.
In order to be happy, think of the ills you have been spared.
Never be sad for what is over, just be glad it was once yours. Kindness is loving people more than they deserve.