Lovers Should Also Have Their Days Off.

I Love The Love Of Those Who Are Far Enough Away, It Becomes Whatever I Wish To Believe It.

Hero Worship Has Died With Heroes, And If Someone Bows Down Today, It Is To Pick Up Something.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

To Be One's Own Master Is To Be The Slave Of Self.

Might I Be The One I Am Looking For?