Beauty Is Precious, You See, And The

What Keeps Me Going Is My Children.

Remember That Fear Causes To Happen The Very Things It Fears. That's Why Fear Should Be Unknown To Us.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms. You Blush In Each Other's Presence, You Both Hover In Places Where You Expect The Other To Pass, You Are Both A Little Tongue-tied, You Both Laugh Inexplicably And Too Long, You Become Quite Nauseatingly Girlish, And He Becomes Quite Ridiculously Gallant. You Have Also Grown A Little Stupid.

The Human Heart Likes A Little Disorder In Its Geometry.

Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.