“The Eager Traveler Even in the torture chamber, I was the lucky one; When each lottery…

The Eager Traveler Even in the torture chamber, I was the lucky one; When each lottery was over, unaccountably I had won. And even the mightiest rivers found accessible refuge in me; Though I was called an arid desert, I turned out to be the sea. And how sweetly I remember you, oh, my wild, delectable love — Like the purest white blossoms, on talented branches above. And while I’m half-convinced that folks adore me in this town, Still, all the hands I kissed held knives and tried to shake me down. You lost the battle, my coward friend, my craven enemy, When, to victimize my lonely soul, you sent a despoiling army. Lost in the wastelands of vast love, I was an eager traveler, Like a breeze in search of your fragrance, a vagabond explorer.

Ahmad Faraz

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

Truman Capote

The word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

Carl Jung