Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.

I mean you last as long as lies.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.