Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.
See yourself always as cause, and perhaps a better world will be found among your effects.
O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.
Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.
Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.
At some point you must decide if you want to succeed or just be someone who was never to blame for anything going wrong.