There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.

There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, read more

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes read more

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes this order and is therefore best thought of as being in some way supernatural.

I hate work. That's why I got married.

I hate work. That's why I got married.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. read more

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.

The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.