People tend to overstate my resilience but of course I hope they're right.

Hope is such a bait it covers any hook.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief a forlorn hope it is impossible.

It began to dawn on me that perhaps my country needed me more at home than overseas.

The bottom line is that the human body is complex and subtle and oversimplifying - as common sense sometimes impels us to do - can be hazardous to your health.

Obama's health care plan will be written by a committee whose head John Conyers says he doesn't understand it. It'll be passed by Congress that has not read it signed by a president who smokes funded by a Treasury chief who didn't pay his taxes overseen by a Surgeon General who is obese and financed by a country that's nearly broke. What could possibly go wrong?

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep left there to dream of their happiness.

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside thinking that his happiness lies outside him finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

All really great lovers are articulate and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.