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I fear the life of a poet is plagued by an unquenchable thirst for happiness.
A true poet is not defined by his ability to write well; rather, his ability to feel profoundly.
I have discovered, with wondrous ease, the answer that has baffled the worthiest of philosophers: is there a greater meaning or higher purpose to life? Indeed there is. Stilton and red wine.
The candle can be burnt at both ends but never once will the flames consume you. It is the overwhelming darkness we must be wary of when the wick has turned to ash.
We mustn't look for love aimlessly; rather, we must allow ourselves the joy of bumping into it.
That words can be plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is marvellous and wondrous indeed.
I have spent too many years watching people play the victim at the victim's expense.
In regards to age, we cannot argue with the time we have spent on this earth. However, we certainly have the right to protest the years that are left.
My argument is not with Heaven, but with our our ineptitude and seeming lack of desire to replicate it here on Earth
It is much easier to make enemies of your friends than it is to make friends of your enemies.