Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
I have one head that wants to be good, And one that wants to be bad. And always, as soon as I get up, One of my heads is sad.
You have to fall in love with hanging around words.
Written by a sponge dipped in warm milk and sprinkled with sugar.
General rules have been legislated into being by past masters.
If a man means his writing seriously, he must mean to write well. But how can he write well until he learns to see what he has written badly. His progress toward good writing and his recognition of bad writing are bound to unfold at something like the same rate.