So young, he knew nothing about aerodynamics, except how the heart could lift and lift.
The colossal might of wickedness, he thought: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.
He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.
There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.
This, O my Best Beloved is a story – a new and wonderful story – a story quite different from the other stories
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbors.
My heart is heavy with the things I do not understand.
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear
You must not forget the suspenders, Best Beloved.
I agreed heartily with him,