I'm hurling all the little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down. Its mean: What's the point?
We love being mentally strong, but we hate situations that allow us to put our mental strength to good use.
I Am In Love With Myself, With My Heart.
Don't mistake activity with achievement.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
We've made our decisions, We've taken our choices, What's left, is only a hand-full of emotions.
A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.