Central to living a life that is good, is a life that's forgiving.
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.
Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.
Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.
The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.
I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down
I've always been dissatisfied, I know that. But lately I find that I reek of discontentment. It fills my throat, and it floods my brain. And sometimes I fear there is no longer a dream, but only the discontentment.
But when this happens to you - and I think other people would identify with this - suddenly, colors are brighter. You see everything.
I don't miss acting at all.
Hello, ladies," Joe Solomon said, but not before I snatched the piece of paper and crammed it in my mouth, which ordinarily would have been really great spy maneuvering except that Josh didn't use Evapopaper. "How's the lasagna?" Mr. Solomon asked, and I started to say something before I remembered that my mouth was. . . well. . . otherwise engaged.