You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Love is a clash of lightnings

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

I'm turning you into a girlchasing a butterfly, a she-wolfon a hilltop, & then back into a woman.

Denzel Washington has a great sense of humor. He did all those 'Nutty Professor' movies.

The intensity of our desire to share the gospel is a great indicator of the extent of our personal conversion.

Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider.

Tragedy is what happens to me; comedy is what happens to you.

Jonah Peretti is one of the smartest web publishers out there. And Buzzfeed is an aggressive and dynamic company.

I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

A movement got started for common schools, and by the end of the 19th century, 91 percent of Americans could read and write.

I keep telling myself, don't get cocky. Give your services to the press and the media, be nice to the kids, throw a baseball into the stands once in a while.

Don't boo people! Don't boo! Be more specific! Like, 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?! I HATE THAT! I HATE IT!'