What a thing friendship is - World without end.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Love is the energy of life.
Truth never hurt the teller.
Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.