Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.

The Garden Where You Sit Has Never A Need Of Flowers, For You Are The Blossoms And Only A Fool Or The Blind Would Fail To Know It

It Seems That Everyone Has Their Own Inexplicable Fear To Have Nightmares About. We Need Nightmares To Keep Ourselves Entertained, And Fend Off The Contentment That We All Fear And Abhor So Much.

Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being "in Love" Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder In Its Geometry.

When You Have Children It Completely Shifts Your Focus; They Become The Most Passionate Love Of Your Life...