I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.

I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

The essence of all beauty, I call love.