I'm here and I'm ready. They're not. Bring it.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
If you would have a good wife, marry one who has been a good daughter.
I believe in characters that can be tangible, and that you can actually relate to.
By and large, talent is in such short supply that mediocrity can be taken for brilliance rather more than genius can go undiscovered.
And wasn't it terrible, how much he looked forward to those moments, so much so that sometimes even a ride by himself on the subway was the best part of the day? Wasn't it terrible that after all the work one put into finding a person to spend one's life with, after making a family with that person, even in spite of missing that person. . . that solitude was what one relished the most, the only thing that, even in fleeting, diminished doses, kept one sane?