If he's not Superman, he must be a mama's boy.

When the night sky brightens up once more, the moonlight is too fierce.
I am forced to close my eyes.





Don't forget to breathe. You're some kind of angel; I'll never be able to let you go.

Vanity is a sin, but not all of us are angels.

Do what you want, but don't complain about the results. You deserve it.

I can do what I want, but I can't complain about my results. I deserve what I get.

Dante - Inferno (Canto XXIV)

"Omai convien che tu cosi ti spoltre,"
disse 'l maestro; "che, seggendo in piuma,
in fama non si vien, ne sotto cotre;
sanza la qual chi sua vita consuma,
cotal vestigio in terra di se lascia,
qual fumo in aere e in acqua la schiuma.
E pero leav su; vinci l'ambascia
con l'animo che vince ogne battaglia,
se col suo grave corpo non s'accasia



"You must shake off your sluggishness," the Teacher said,
"for no one comes to fame who sits in soft
pillows of down, or lies at ease in bed,
And when his life is wasted utterly
he leaves such traces of himself behind
as smoke in air or foam upon the sea.
Get up, then! Conquer your distress with that
brave soul that wins through every fight, unless
it should turn weak beneath the flesh's weight.


but such is the easiest way to convince oneself of one's fame without being famous except to oneself.

Dante - Inferno (Canto IX)

Perche recalcitrate a quella vogila
a cui non puote il fin mai esser mozzo,
e che piu volte v'ha cresciuta doglia?
Che giova ne le fata dar di cozzo?

Why do you kick your heels against the will
of Him whose ends can never be cut short,
who many a time has made your torments grow?
What good is it to butt your heads at fate?

You and me. Me and my coffee.

This is my fifth cup already. It touches my hardened tongue but not my heart.



I like trees because they seem more resigned to they way they have to live than other things do.



So today, I'm rocking my life away. I'm as free as the wind.

My heart feels so heavy, but there's nobody to tell my troubles to.
Sometimes I want to bestow carefree smiles, but there's nobody by my side.

Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray

All art is useless.







It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that Genius lasts longer than Beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.






And the mind of a thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing.






And how delightful other people's emotions are!





Then I feel that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.





I can sympathize with everything, except suffering. I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing. There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain.





The less said about life's sores the better.




Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, History would have been different.






I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time.

That would be hypocrisy.






The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on; it is never of any use to oneself.

America is free. Could we not be?

I'd rather taste defeat and then brush my teeth.

Once it was overcome, she would be beyond all walking and would fly.

Sit. Feast on your life.

Who saw Infinity through the countless cracks in the blank skin of things and died of it?








Had we but world enough, and time.