God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn.

Love is a jeering mime.

Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!

And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away.

Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers.

Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill.

I never talk back. I listen and always remember your every word, so come pen or mouse, never forget that I will treasure your thoughts forever. Yours truly, Paper.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

As a child, I never wanted my parents to be unhappy, which meant that I would always contemplate what would make them happy.

Happiness is not fame or riches or heroic virtues, but a state that will inspire posterity to think in reflecting upon our life, that it was the life they would wish to live.

My most lucrative job in college was a stint as the regional Dodge Girl.

Policy changes like what you desire come from our politicians. So let them know what you think.

For everyone of us that succeeds, it's because there's somebody there to show you the way out.

I live in terror of not being misunderstood.

If the mind is willing, the flesh could go on and on without many things.

I had to find a way to speak without ever saying the 'you' plural.