Love loves to love love.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.
I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.