Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".

I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".

Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.

Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

When an individual fear or apathy passes by the unfortunate, life is of no account.

When an individual fear or apathy passes by the unfortunate, life is of no account.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.