philosophical

Very..." She left the word hanging. Very unfinished, thought Isabel. The woman finished her sentence. "Very beautiful." Oh, really! thought Isabel. The verdict from others was much the same. Oh well, thought Isabel. Perhaps I'm not sufficiently used to the language he's using. Music is not an international language, she thought, no matter how frequently that claim is made; some words of the language may be the same, but not all, and one needs to know the rules to understand what is being said. Perhaps I just don't understand the conventions by which Nick Smart is communicating with his audience.

Darkness is the natural state of the universe. Light, fleeting, comforting as it may be, may stretch to the very edges of all we know. Yet once it is gone, the darkness always remains.

It's fine to have a dream girl, but you should ask yourself_would you be her dream boy?

Only by knowing yourself can you live honestly and find your own path.

I think happiness is a bit like a cake. If you have cake every single day of your life you'll get sick of it. If you're happy everyday, you'll get sick of being happy_ That's a good saying actually. Happiness is like a cake. Have too much and you'll get sick of it.

Better to be a successful failure, than to fail at success.

What is your original face, before your mother and father were born?

.....we find ourselves inhabitants of the last few living cells of a dying god

Love is an operation theatre, where you find the scalpel and the stitches

I think about celestial junk. Like, maybe every planet in this solar system is discarded by giant hands. Each star a crumpled ball of paper, a love letter lit on fire, a smoldering bit of cigarette ash.

Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well.

If nature has composed the human body so that in its proportions the seperate individual elements answer to the total form, then the Ancients seem to have had reason to decide that bringing their creations to full completion likewise required a correspondence bewteen the measure of individual elements and the appearance of the work as a whole.

When I look at my life and at the secret color which it has, I feel as if tears were trembling in my heart. I am just as much the lips that I have kissed as the nights spent in the 'House before the World,' just as much the child brought up in poverty as this frenzied ambition and thirst for life which sometimes carry me away.

Deep down inside we always seek for our departed loved ones

Would that we could choose the last image we see before death closes our eyes forever to this world.

Evil is done by the living.

One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it

The mind is a flame. Blow it out, or it will blind you.