To understand the stars would spoil their appearance.
Because he had nothing to hide, he did perhaps appear to have forfeited a little of his strength. But that is the irony of honesty.
Life is full of alternatives but no choice.
If I have not lost my mind I can sometimes hear it preparing to defect
If truth is not acceptable, it becomes the imagination of others.
She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.