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

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

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

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.

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

Transcend your abuse and transform it into a source of courage, creativity and compassion.

Let them go, but keep yourself whole.

Too often sinister threats to the bill of rights, to freedom of the mind, are concealed under the patriotic cloak, of anti-communism.

I want you to bury your sorrows in the depths of my embrace.

An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.

Now come: that thou mayst able be to know That minds and the light souls of all that live Have mortal birth and death, I will go on Verses to build meet for thy rule of life, Sought after long, discovered with sweet toil.

God is not interested in our spiritual life. He’s interested in our life.

Even success softens not the heart of the envious.