So nothing is ever good or bad unless you think it so, and vice versa. All luck is good luck to the man who bears it with equanimity. – Boethius (Anicius Manlius Severinus)
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. – T. S. Eliot
