this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
It's good to be alive.
Simple is the only way I can write.
Monks, nuns, long-term spinsters and bachelors and permanent homosexuals are all, in a reproductive sense, aberrant. Society has bred them, but they have failed to return the compliment.
The currency of universal values make brands innately sharable.