Love is the absence of judgment.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

Words have weight.

A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.

The older one gets$$$ the more one feels that the present moment must be enjoyed$$$ comparable to a state of grace.

A noone who$$$till their and your returning$$$ spends the forever of his loneliness dreaming their eyes have opened to your morning.

Deeds cannot dream what dreams can do<br/>time is a tree (this life one leaf)<br/>but love is the sky and i am for you<br/>just so long and long enough

The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.

Love being such$$$ or such$$$ the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.