The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.
The only difference between a rut and a grave... is in their dimensions.