If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If read more

If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If I recognize love, and shake his hand then comfort, dreams, and sometimes intoxication become mine to drench in and give away as well.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or read more

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

You should hurry up and acquire the cigar habit. It's one of the major happinesses. And so much more lasting read more

You should hurry up and acquire the cigar habit. It's one of the major happinesses. And so much more lasting than love, so much less costly in emotional wear and tear.

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much.

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens read more

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.