Friday, June 22, 2012


Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
--William Butler Yeats, “A Drinking Song”

To absent friends
Lost Loves
Old Gods
And the season of mists;
And may each and every one of us
Always give the devil his due.
--Neil Gaiman, Season of Mists

Love weakens as much as it strengthens, and often that’s very good for you.
--Harlan Ellison, Love Ain’t Nothing but Sex Misspelled

The mind is its own place,
            And in itself
Can make a heaven of hell,
            A hell of heaven.
--John Milton, Paradise Lost

He never spoke of it without contempt or thought of it without longing.
--Flannery O’Connor, “Everything that Rises Must Converge”

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