You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

Men are like wine-some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.

When a person is focused completely on self it is nearly impossible to be mindful of others at the same time. That is a contradiction for healthy communication, networking, and relationship building.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

You know more about me than I do about myself, that's probably true.

When the cup of any sensual pleasure is drained to the bottom, there is always poison in the dregs.

More apparent to Teamster members than any moral lapses were the tangible gains that had been steadily realized under Hoffa since his advent to power.

Everything's uglier close up," she said. "Not you," I answered.

The name of peace is sweet, the thing itself is most salutary.

Confronted with economic problems, politicians always blame the private sector first ... [even] blaming the problem on the solution.

Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.