How can we, with our adult minds, know what will be interesting? If you follow the child. . . you can find out something new.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.
Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast, He dieth not, unless the appointed time, The limit of his life's span, coincide; Nor does the man who by the hearth at home Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees.
A wolfe will never make war against another wolfe.
They've great respect for the dead in Hollywood, but none for the living.
Creative people often feel highs of joy and lows of sorrow that others may never experience, and perhaps could not even handle if they did. Little wonder many outside the creative world mistake (or dismiss) eccentric responses of the spirit as weakness or mental illness. But in the end, these dismissive souls will never know what it is to be moved by tears by the beauty of rose or brought to joy by sunlight filtering through the leaves of spring or autumn. The creative walk in glades invisible to those outside their realms.
You can do anything you like, it's all fiction.