Hungarian literary historian, bibliographer, entomologist (1840-1909).
Born February 11th, 1840 in Iecea Mare.
Died June 19th, 1909 at 69 years old in Budapest.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner