Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.
Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
I've used Twitter now and again to try to figure something out; it's an amazing resource. But I think you have to use it judiciously: it's a self-selected group, so it's important not to start thinking of it as the whole world.
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
Sexuality and femininity is an accumulation of age and wisdom and comfort in your own skin.
It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.