For Most People It's Easier To Support

There Is Balance In Life, But Not Fairness.

I Think That One Is Constantly Startled By The Things That Appear Before You On The Page When You're Writing.

One Would Always Want To Think Of Oneself As Being On The Side Of Love, Ready To Recognize It And Wish It Well -but, When Confronted With It In Others, One So Often Resented It, Questioned Its True Nature, Secretly Dismissed The Particular Instance As Folly Or Promiscuity. Was It Merely Jealousy, Or A Reluctance To Admit So Noble And Enviable A Sentiment In Anyone But Oneself?

Poetry Has Been The Longest Pleasure Of My Life.

When You Realize Someone Is Trying To Hurt You, It Hurts Less." "unless You Love Them.