Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.

And after winter folweth grene May.

Filmmaking is just a very luxurious and efficient way of expressing yourself.

Love is just love, it can never be explained.

I feel like it's my job to carry the torch.

And no kinds of love are better than others

Express yourself, don't repress yourself.

I don't think I have a tragic demeanor.

Don't 'discover' a subject of any kind.

We can't hire out our own inner work, but we can do the manual labor with delight and decency.

While discretion points out the impropriety of my conduct, inclination urges me on to ruin.

A lot of the bunkering is designed more to save you than it is to penalize you.