Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.

I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too, ” he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.

In blink of an eye everything can change, so forgive often and love all your heart. You may never know when you may not have the chance again.. Good to you all..

You’re a good boy. I wish you didn’t have to be quite so good

My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

To shoot a man because one disagrees with his interpretation of Darwin or Hegel is a sinister tribute to the supremacy of ideas in human affairs -- but a tribute nevertheless.

Get still, get calm, and let your true self out.

The nice thing about growing up in that kind of environment is you were exposed to so much -- music, plays, art exhibits, rock concerts.

If a scientist were to cut his ear off, no one would take it as evidence of a heightened sensibility.

I enjoyed [Celebrity Ghost Stories]. I never thought in a million years that I would tell people that I saw a ghost. And I've seen a lot of ghosts.