For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
-from a song

I feel i stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

All of us are in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

When all is said and done, it is best to leave it that way.

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to love.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.