Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

I do not want you to hear that I LOVE you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.