The unknowable creates the greatest controversies.
Thought enables us to see Fate coming.
Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.
Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.
In adding up her assets, the ambitious lady calculated the worth of her beautiful body as coldly as everything else.
Freedom is the moment between sleep and waking before selfhood and the world return.