The enemies of love are timidness and selfishness. Defeat them to become a true lover.
I do not believe one grows older
I do not believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates
I wash my hands of those who imagine
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
My Heart To You Is Given, Oh Dear, Do Give Yours To Me, We will Lock Them Up Together And Throw Away The Key?