Like any friendship or marriage, familiarity breeds more contempt, and love, and everything.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Habit is a great deadener.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Birth was the death of him.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Words are all we have.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
