I like the word "indolence." It makes my laziness seem classy.
An extravagance is something that your spirit thinks is a necessity.
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.