Love's tongue is in the eyes.

Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

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.

Let my learning be my experience.

you don't know until you know!

What is bad for the heart is good for art.

We are asking a really fundamental question whether thought can ever be creative. If thought is not the ground of creation then what is creation? Is love the only factor that is creative?

To have to be sexy? That I hate. To be outrageously sexy? That I love.

War is a lottery in which nations ought to risk nothing but small amounts.

Whenever your feeling is in conflict with your wish, feeling will be the victor.

I feel like I'm getting stronger and stronger, and I don't practice as much as I used to.

When one is not slipshod in small matters, not hypocritical in secret, and not reckless in disappointment, only then is one a true hero.