When I write I am the real me.

Most of our miseries we bring on ourselves. And they're the sum of our own stupidity.

The most important thing we ever have to learn in life is to live with our choices.

A person doesn't ask permission to fall in love; not even of themselves.

And in that moment I possessed and lost the whole world and everything in it and was left with the feeling and the knowledge, which is love, that no matter how we give ourselves we always end up losing. That to love is to lose, the moment we agree to the bargain. And that, being human, we keep standing there wanting to lose more.

Doing good doesn't always make you feel good. I don't care what they tell you in church.

When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.