An orange on the table<br/>Your dress on the rug<br/>And you in my bed<br/>Sweet present of the present<br/>Cool of night<br/>Warmth of my life

I would hold the rosy$$$ slender fingers of the dawn for you.

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

Our knowledge can only be finite$$$ while our ignorance must necessarily be infinite.

It is a curious fact that people are never so trivial as when they take themselves seriously.

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

I am the wisest man alive$$$ for I know one thing$$$ and that is that I know nothing.

If women are expected to do the same work as men$$$ we must teach them the same things.

Love is the name for our pursuit of wholeness$$$ for our desire to be complete.

All I really know is the extent of my own ignorance.