The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.

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.

decision is of the mind not of the mouth also determination is of the heart not of the head- Golden Life Foundation

It was all right to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

When you do exams you never want to be the one who finishes first and you never want to be the one who finishes last.

In the next century it will be the early mechanical bird which get the first plastic worm out of the artificial grass.

To say I love you is to say that you are not mine, but rather your own.

I'm a big fan of Mashable and TechCrunch and other outlets like that, but TechMeme obviously does an amazing job of aggregating.

The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse.

Lives devoted to Beauty seldom end well.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.