Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.
F. Scott Fitzgerald thought that prolonging his adolescence would protect his talent.
I am interested in a hundred things, but only slightly.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.
Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.
Studying the past may suggest new ways of going wrong.