Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare.

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Something needn't be large to be good.