I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
Garner knowledge, by any means possible
Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.
Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
Spontaneity is the province of youth
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire