That's what art is: escaping everyday normality, which wants to eat you alive.
Destiny cuts the cake of love, Three slices to some, To others, a crumb.
"Cynic" is a word invented by optimists to put down realists.
Being in love, as both Plato and David Bowie have pointed out, is horrible.
If you meet an angel, you will have not peace, but a fever.