“Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.”

Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.

All our souls are written in our eyes.

I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?

You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

Chicks named Tammy have a greater chance of actually driving a Mercedes than a chick named Mercedes.

New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.

Now you know where I got my name.

And, indeed, this is one of the greatest mysteries in the world; namely, that a righteousness that resides in heaven should justify me, a sinner on earth!

We all name ourselves. We call ourselves artists. Nobody asks us. Nobody says you are or you aren’t.

Sadly, in the name of progress, we have polluted the air, water, soil and the food we eat.

Don’t let a breath escape from your body without Krishna’s name. That should be our determination throughout our life.

I had this one rock band I used to listen to, but I forgot the name of them.