So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads. |

If someone betrays you once, it’s their fault; if they betray you twice, it’s your fault. |

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all. |

You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do. |

Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway. |

Do one thing every day that scares you. |

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. |

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much. |

No one is afraid of heights, they're afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they're afraid of the answer... |

Never follow the crowd. |

Most of the successful people I’ve known are the ones who do more listening than talking. |

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. |

Carpe diem' doesn't mean seize the day – it means something gentler and more sensible. 'Carpe diem' means pluck the day. Carpe, pluck. Seize the day would be "cape diem". (...) What Horace had in mind was that you should gently pull on the day's stem, as if it were, say, a wildflower or an olive, holding it with all the practiced care of your thumb and the side of your finger, which knows how to not crush easily crushed things – so that the day's stalk or stem undergoes increasing tension and draws to a thinness, and a tightness, and then snaps softly away at its weakest point, perhaps leaking a little milky sap, and the flower, or the fruit, is released in your hand. Pluck the cranberry or blueberry of the day tenderly free without damaging it, is what Horace meant--pick the day, harvest the day, reap the day, mow the day, forage the day. Don't freaking grab the day in your fist like a burger at a fairground and take a big chomping bite out of it. That's not the kind of man that Horace was. |

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth. |

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. |

Mistakes are the portals of discovery. |

There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and who will ask for no reward except to see. |

For the eclipse tonite...
Let go of old wounds
So the new ones don't hurt as much. |

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place. |

Books are written by the alone for the alone. |

You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life. |

I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. |

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful. |

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. |