Will you love me in December as you do in May?

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

Houses are full of things that gather dust

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.