“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ”

“Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.”

“Love has a tide!”

“When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.”

“I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.”

“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”

“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldnt have. Maybe theres a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibi...”

“pain is pondering about past and wishing to relive those moments even after knowing it's impossible.”

“My mind is sharp, my luck is fast, nothing is impossible for me.”

“One day, I decided to help wherever I could & it was almost like magic, because I was exactly what the world needed everywhere I went.”

“There is no more compelling motivation to worthwhile endeavor than the knowledge that we are children of God, that God expects us to do something with our lives, and that He will give us help when ...”

“Only a person who is motivated in the inner depths of his being will help without hesitation and with no obligation for the one helped.”