Of All Lies, Art Is The Least

One Can Be The Master Of What One Does, But Never Of What One Feels.

Iced Champagne Was Served, And The Feel Of The Cold Wine In Her Mouth Gave Emma A Shiver That Ran Over Her From Head To Toe.

As You Get Older, The Heart Shed Its Leaves Like A Tree. You Cannot Hold Out Against Certain Winds. Each Day Tears Away A Few More Leaves; And Then There Are The Storms That Break Off Several Branches At One Go. And While Nature’s Greenery Grows Back Again In The Spring, That Of The Heart Never Grows Back.

Writing History Is Like Drinking An Ocean And Pissing A Cupful.

The Future Is The Worst Thing About The Present.