We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile.

Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.