And what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy.

It takes three to make a child.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight<br/>And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart.

We're anything brighter than even the sun.

Nobody loses all the time.

The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains.

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility.

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn$$$ a human being.

One's not half of two; two are halves of one.

Sanity is a small box; insanity is everything.