Opportunity often goes begging. Luck, never.

Symbolism erects a facade of respectability to hide the indecency of dreams.

I enjoy my rights, but I revel in my privileges.

Interpreting the dance: young women in white dancing in a ring can only be virgins; old women in black dancing in a ring can only be witches; but middle-aged women in colors, square dancing...?

The horizon is more than a convention of landscape painting, less than truth.

When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.

Later is always my first choice.