funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story
O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
I just want people to know you can get through stuff. I hope people can see that in what my life has been and where it is going.
Much of aging comes from a misunderstanding of the effect of comfort.
Consumption is also immediately production, just as in nature the consumption of the elements and chemical substances is the production of the plant.
There will always be a few people who have the courage to love what is untamed inside us. One of those men is my father.