“And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.”

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

What can be explained is not poetry.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.

Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.

In dreams begins responsibility.

If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.

When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

I think it’s good that I had some experience of the real world before I became successful. You know, having to get up in the morning and going to work in construction.

Allows these three “M” in your life: Me, Morning walk with Mask

The night is young we can keep talking till morning but lets change to the body language instead.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

Not every day is a good day, live anyway.

I walk around like a faded ghost, a shell of a person waiting to be filled with your love which brings me to life like a cup of morning coffee.

Replace some of that worry will a little hope.