We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything.

That's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and WORTH the doing.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

Each person was himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear would it even matter?

You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.