My whole world started to tilt. I could feel it, sliding ever so slightly off center.

I know some words floated through my ears, but my mind refused to absorb their meaning. I just shook my head slowly as the wall of pain washed over me, leaving me submerged and broken in the flood.

This is my life.This is my calling.

Love seeks one thing only: the good of the one loved. It leaves all the other secondary effects to take care of themselves. Love, therefore, is its own reward.

I loved doing problems in school.

You're not a patriot unless even when you lose, it's still your country.

If you're unhappy, what is it in your life that you're not facing?

I love working on a typewriter - the rhythm, the sound; it's like playing the piano, which I do, too.

Art, like love, excludes all competition and absorbs the man.

If you are allergic to alcohol... can you take shots for that?

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that.