Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown -even when we don't want to and when we think we don't need to.
A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
Who, last time I'd checked, was still on our official archenemy list. (Yes, we have to keep a list. It's kind of sad. )
I was battling depression, went through a really hard time in my marriage, and I used to cry myself to sleep. I went through years and years of pain and suffering, and finally got help. I feel so much better now, feel like a new person, so now I can be happy about it.
I was raised to farm work.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.