Democracy belongs to those who exercise it.

Before we set our hearts too much upon anything$$$ let us examine how happy those are who already possess it.

Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.

Before we are forgotten$$$ we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

It is love alone that leads to right action. What brings order in the world is to love and let love do what it will.

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

I've about decided that's the main thing that separates happy people from the other people: the feeling that you're a practical item$$$ with a use$$$ like a sweater or a socket wrench.

The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.