Some people always know the price, but not the value
All bad art is the result of good intentions.
I find that forgiving one's enemies is a most curious morbid pleasure; perhaps I should check it.
The last person who ever crossed me is dead under my bed!!!
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.
And if it feels good... Feel it!