Kissing don't last: cookery do!

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

Customers don't just want another cool product or service, they want to have an experience worth sharing

All the stuff about being a drinking club, or having players who were not good enough, I treat as rubbish.

As we gradually open that bubble and allow the luminous being inside to come out, your second attention will develop and you'll begin to see, deal with, and become the totality of yourself.

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.

Courtesy gives its owner a passport round the world. It transmutes aliens into trusting friends.

Wine, one of the noblest cordials in nature.

Celebrity watching and speculation is almost like a sport.

I did nothing. The Word did it all.

I was so skinny, they gave me the nickname stechetto - the stick. I was tall, thin, ugly and dark like an Arab girl. I looked strange. All eyes. No flesh on my bones.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.