I can connect Nothing with nothing
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.