“We loved with a love that was more than love.”

A lie travels round the world while truth is putting her boots on.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.

Promise me you’ll never forget me because if I thought you would, I’d never leave.

Your kisses lift me higher like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.

One percent doubt is zero percent faith.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow.

One percent doubt is zero percent faith.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow.

I heard every word you said. You were breathing for me baby. Your heart beat for mine.

The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.