Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

It is life that hurts you not death.

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.

Demonstrate talent, said Grandmother often to me, and you will still be loved by a husband when beauty has faded.

Papa loves you with a dying and infernal love," the youngest girl said. "Undying," the eldest girl corrected. "And eternal.

Susie: Maybe we're all making everything up as we go.

In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples.

The light within ignite the spirit of my soul.

Today, Snoop Dog endorsed Ron Paul for president. Snoop said he likes Paul's positions on everything from legalizing pot ... to legalizing pot.

Asked whether or not he believed in an afterlife, Thoreau quipped, "One world at a time."

Jane Austen we know never let two men converse alone in any novel because what they said would be unknown to her.

Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate.

George Moore leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.

My love is unconditional. Your action is irrelevant.

The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature.

They told me I gave the best milk mustache of anybody.