Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
Newness hath an evanescent beauty.
The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.
Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.
Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.