Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.
Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it. For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word. 2000 Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.