As far as I can tell, dumping soda on people is the equivalent of ‘Hi, it’s nice to meet you’ in this part of the world. Frankly, I think standard greetings work better, but what do I know?

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.

I want you to be.... happy.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

Writing the last page of the first draft is the most enjoyable moment in writing. It's one of the most enjoyable moments in life, period.

Fortune crowns the bold before the worthy

I would say I don't like people who are really into themselves or are very materialistic. Just always talking themselves up. Not being real is the pet peeve. Be true to yourself.

the thing about pessimism is that in most cases it's nothing more than a front behind which a body can hide its most sweetful yet painful hopes. please forgive mine.

Good poetry seems so simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets. Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.

And I'd like to give my love to everybody, and let them know that the grass may look greener on the other side, but believe me, it's just as hard to cut.

We shall never deny a guest even the most ridiculous request.

Remember, only a policeman is allowed to express himself on an expressway.

God . . . endowed [the human race] with capacity to attain to the inaccessible and invisible Supreme Good and behold it face to face . . .

We must not inquire too curiously into the absolute value of literature. Enough that it amuses and exercises us. At least it leaves us where we were. It names things, but does not add things.

Truth is a nebulous thing. There are certain, definite truths, but the truth of our lives goes far beyond facts.