Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect.

"Yes " I answered you last night "No " this morning sir I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

We're not going to have you burdening the health system.

When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.

Brass, stay down all summer.

What do you want for your life? And how are you going to get it? Figure that out. And then follow me to gloryville.

President Obama, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, and their team have failed the American people, and that is why their majority will soon be out the door.

Moved by a passion they do not understand for a goal they seldom reach, men and women are haunted by the vision of a distant possibility that refuses to be extinguished.

The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.

All schools of philosophy, and almost all authors, are rather to be frequented for exercise than for weight.