Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.

You either know fashion or you don't.

If you look at any great fashion photograph out of context$$$ it will tell you just as much about what's going on in the world as a headline in The New York Times.

We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these dreams die$$$ but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.

You have the greatest soul$$$ the noblest nature$$$ the sweetest$$$ most loving heart I have ever known$$$ and my love$$$ my reverence$$$ my admiration for you$$$ you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate$$$ loving association could have increased them. You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression$$$ except in some great poem which I cannot write.

The business of love is cruelty which$$$ by our wills$$$ we transform to live together.

If there is progress then there is a novel.

In memory$$$ everything seems to happen to music.

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.