Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
Don't let fear stop you from trying new things.