Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
The fool sees naught but folly; and the madman only madness. Yesterday I asked a foolish man to count the fools among us. He laughed and said, "This is too hard a thing to do, and it will take too long. Were it not better to count only the wise?"
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.
Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.
For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.