Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes?

Le hasard, c'est peut-être le pseudonyme de Dieu quand il ne veut pas signer.

Demander à la poésie du sentimentalisme ... ce n'est pas ça. Des mots rayonnants, des mots de lumière ... avec un rythme et une musique, voilà ce que c'est, la poésie.

For Art alone is great:The bust survives the state, The crown the potentate.

And of a Sunday swarm the folkUnder the honeysuckle vine, Quaffing, the while they talk and smoke, The sun, the melody, the wine.

Things perish. Gods have passed.But song sublimely castShall citadels outlast.

Trust can be broken in just a few seconds, but it will only heal after years

What I love about New York: the faster and more recklessly my cab driver drives the safer and all around better I feel.

An individual human existence should be like a river

I want a sword not a knitting needle -Kalen

Look at the score at the end of the #game.

A man loses his sense of direction after four drinks; a woman loses hers after four kisses.

Kissing is much easier than smoking.

As human beings, why does it take somebody to feel like they're close to us for us to see their humanity? Why can't we see the humanity in people that are distant from us?

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

We know that it's hard enough being a teenager. It's particularly hard being a teenager who's coming out.