To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
I mean you last as long as lies.
Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.
Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.
Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.