“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

I don’t believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun.

Marvelous are the innocent.

Fear no more, says the heart.

She always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.

And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.

I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

Consolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

I guess you can look at me, and tell I’m the old man. My name is BB King.

I got a lot of paradoxes in my life. I guess I’m a real confused person, but there are some focused parts to my life now, and I’m slowly trying to put all the pieces back together.

Evolution is not truth; it is merely a hypothesis-it is millions of guesses strung together.

Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I’m still around.

Body is a blessing; ain’t no second guessing.

We, humans, are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

A man who loves you will never make you second guess his commitment.

Her stories always ended with three dots, sounding like an unfinished melody; she hoped he would guess the rest.