The heart is not written down on any map; true places never are.

Watch out for those sparks, big fires start small.

Absence is a wind to love: small things extinguished; great things inflamed.

Bohemian life forever! Let me write beautifully!

There is no shame in desire, only in denying it.

beauty of any kind is in the eye of the beloved and the back of the squeezed.

Man cannot live on bread alone; sometimes, he needs a malt.

Happiness isn't happiness.

For the heart is an organ of fire, stellar power, truth, beauty, and love.

Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory.