Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

Those who own much have much to fear.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God's own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

We live in the world when we love it.