Treat a man like dirt — he produces flowers.
A world of made is not a world of born.
Always it's Spring$$$ and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves.
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
I hardly ever talk- words seem such a waste$$$ and they are none of them true. No one has yet invented a language from my point of view.
May the New Year bring you courage to break your resolutions early! My own plan is to swear off every kind of virtue$$$ so that I triumph even when I fall!
Nothing burns like the cold.
The few love affairs which had come my way had been rather silly and sordid. They had not revealed the possibilities of love; in fact I had thought it a somewhat overrated pleasure$$$ a brief and brutal blindness with boredom and disgust hard on its heels.
Lord$$$ grant that I may always desire more than I accomplish.
Let every foot have its own shoe.