Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.

What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.

To work - to work! It is such infinite delight to know that we still have the best things to do.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?