Whatever You Love

Don’t you think that happiness is relative to expectation

everyone is entitled to do suffering their own way

Being bad was no fun, I concluded. I would have to stick to being brainy

You should remind yourself that what you love is mortal, that what you love is not your own. It is granted to you for the present while, and not irrevocably, nor for ever, but like a fig or a bunch of grapes in the appointed season; and if you long for it in the winter, you are a fool