The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.

Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.

I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.

Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.

I have a rendezvous with life.

We were not made to eternally weep.

For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.