Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.
he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.
He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.
America is a willingness of the heart.