Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

But at least if you hint and are rejected, the rejection is blurable rather than blistering. Whereas if you ask outright and are refused, the humiliation is as stark as a streaker on a football.

Every work of Genius is tinctured by the feelings, and often originates in the events of times.

His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

I've made up so many stores about my name, I can't remember.

Words ought to be a little wild, for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.

I'm committed to working with teachers.

Let the punishment be equal with the offence. [Lat., Noxiae poena par esto.]

New surroundings have a way of returning attention to areas that may have become rote.