I fear death. I think I must learn to romanticize death so that I can cope with its brutal irreversible numbness...!
I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.
Romanticizing comes with colored glasses of the most colored sort.
We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's...