Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

Love's tongue is in the eyes.

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.

The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.

Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd.

Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears.

Only when we accept the fact that the world is never exactly as we see it through our individual lens of perception will we be able to accept ourselves or the mystery that is life itself.

Why do people assume? If I hate you, I'll tell you. In this case, it's not hate. It's hurt. I'll lick my wounds, which only oozed because I gave a damn, and be over it before the sun rises.

You love Roth, " he continued for me."You're in love with him." My eyes met his bright blue ones."Yes, " I whispered, my lower lip trembling."It's him. It's always been him.

Being a teen idol or being a heartthrob on all the magazines, with Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, and Scott Baio - it was embarrassing! I never understood it. I mean, why me? I never really got it.

The greater perfection a soul aspires after, the more dependent it is upon Divine Grace.

Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

When I write a screenplay - and I think this is true for a lot of people - you direct the movie. Thats what writing a screenplay is.

If you worry, you die. If you don't worry, you also die. So why worry?

Sometimes I feel that the world is made up of sensible people who know the plot and bloody idiots who don't.