For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".

We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.

We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. - The Silence of the Sea.

The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. - The Silence of the Sea.

Regret for time wasted can become a power for good in the time that remains, if we will only stop read more

Regret for time wasted can become a power for good in the time that remains, if we will only stop the waste and the idle, useless regretting.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan. - Pale Fire, 1962.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan. - Pale Fire, 1962.

In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.

In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it's only good for wallowing in.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it's only good for wallowing in.