But woe is me! too early I attended  A youthful suit- it was to gain my grace-  O, one by nature's outwards so commended  That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face.  Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place;  And when in his fair parts she did abide,  She was new lodged and newly deified

[...]as Sylvester says, a man who has never been afflicted with a neurosis does not know the meaning of suffering.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow&#39;s speed.

It is very hard to separate one&#39;s self from a character. Sometimes the people closest to me have to be very understanding.

Written By Halle Berry

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