There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love
Simplicity, very rare in our age.
I can't live without you or with you.
It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.