“His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.”

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.

Life is too short to read a bad book.

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

Time stops for the heart to tick-tock!

It’s never too late to teach your heart that you deserve better.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.

Steal back your heart – self-love.

It is not your job to carry every burden to heal every heart-your love is a divine blessing.

Hatred has a way of hurting the heart which carries it.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.