What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.
I prefer old age to the alternative.
You don't stop laughing because you grow older. You grow older because you stop laughing.
If you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured, it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed, races won, or lasting happiness achieved.
A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.
Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in a light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.
The crime of loving is forgetting.
We find ourselves in a bewildering world. We want to make sense of what we see around us and to ask: What is the nature of the universe? What is our place in it and where did it and we come from? Why is it the way it is?
Lots of models have played mermaids throughout history and it is, kind of, a funny rite of passage.
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.
The crazy thing is a lot of people - a lot of men, if I'm just speaking for myself - don't really start thinking about the effect of hyper-masculinity and false definitions of what it means to be a man until you get married or until you have kids. Because then all of sudden you have something to protect.