I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.
The unread is always better than the unreadable.
One is not always happy when one is good; but one is always good when one is happy.
I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
In fact, I am never wrong.
Love will fly if held too lightly Love will die if held too tightly . . .