What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

When you are madly in love with someone, even when sanity tries to rescue you, you wrestle it.

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

Leaves leave this world in beautiful fall colors and songs.

Simple and intuitive design is what inspires and drives me.

I think other people's depression is frightfully dreary, don't you?

My heart has jet lag.

Ice-skating is a dangerous proposition and tennis is going to be something I'm probably not very good at.

I really didn't know there was two sides to the abortion issue.

The classical music is soothing and stimulating, good for thinking.

The road to success is filled with women pushing their husbands along.