But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.

In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.

So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions.

And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the softness and the clarity...

His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt?

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.

When we declare war for peace, we may win the war and lose the battle.

People put so much effort into starting a relationship and so little effort into ending one.

Environmentalists and rank and file timber workers becoming allies is the most dangerous thing in the world to the timber industry!

Value will always be on top of everyone's lists now, right along with safety.

Skepticism is the first step on the road to philosophy.

Love and esteem are the first principles of friendship; it is always imperfect if either of these two are wanting.

Tolstoy is one of the greatest artists in history, but he finally became infused with the idea of the uselessness of art. He gave himself to his own kind of religion.

We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the truth, the way.

My gut tells me everything I need to know.

I have terrible panic attacks. I usually get so tired from crying and being in pain that my only way out is sleeping.