These are the days of bootleg love.

This is a delicious evening$$$ when the whole body is one sense$$$ and imbibes delight through every pore.

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

Follow your genius closely enough$$$ and it will not fail to show you a fresh prospect every hour.

If you can speak what you will never hear$$$ if you can write what you will never read$$$ you have done rare things.

Rise free from care before the dawn$$$ and seek adventures.

There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely$$$ while considering what she is to us alone.

Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be.

If I have any beliefs about immortality$$$ it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven$$$ and very$$$ very few persons.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.