Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

I am happy even before I have a reason.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.