Love Doesn't Need A Reason. Hate Needs

I Had Not Read George Eliot, So Read A Few. I Felt Ashamed I Hadn't Read "middlemarch" Before.

He Thinks Of That Ocean House And Wishes He Were Back In His Former Life Or That One Could Take One Moment And Remain Inside It Like An Egg Inside Its Shell, Instead Of Constantly Being Hurried Into The Future By Good Luck Or Bad.

A Poem Is A Window That Hangs Between Two Or More Human Beings Who Otherwise Live In Darkened Rooms.

Actions Have Consequences. Ignorance About The Nature Of Those Actions Does Not Free A Person From Responsibility For The Consequences. (28)

My Wife's Dying Upstairs And I Can't Do Anything About It. I Look In Her Face And I See The Memories There. I See How I Hurt Her And How I Said The Wrong Things And How I Got Angry And How I Wasn't The Man She Hoped I'd Be. I See That In Her Face And I See She's Going To Die With That. You Think I'm Not Preoccupied?