They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.
Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation.
To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.
When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.
... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.
Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.