A goldfish is reason enough for living, if someone needs a reason.
I know God exits, but I don't know where.
The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.
Secrets die when kept or revealed. They live by being faintly and uncertainly repeated.
I want to appear ordinary, but I have it understood that I am not.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.