“Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling.”

Obstinacy and vehemency in opinion are the surest proofs of stupidity.

Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.

That thorny path, those stormy skies, have drawn our spirits nearer; and rendered us, by sorrow’s ties, each to the other dearer.

I spent a good portion of my life being unable to honor my feelings. When I started the process of having real friendships it was a huge change. I still struggle with it because it is not familiar ground.

If you sit back & spend too much time feeling good about what you did in the past, you’re going to come up short next time

As you age, feelings do diminish.

If you’re hanging around with nothing to do and the zoo is closed, come over to the Senate. You’ll get the same kind of feeling and you won’t have to pay.

But if the feelings are mutual, I open my heart without restriction. I’m not afraid to say ‘I love you’.

We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard.

You must strive to become much less susceptible to influences outside of yourself and much more inclined to trust the instincts and feelings that lie within you.

I like the idea of readers feeling a familiarity, whether its with Africa or childhood.