The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.
The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.