Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over
Speech is the image of actions
Homer and Hesiod have ascribed to the gods all things that are a shame and a disgrace among mortals, stealing and adulteries and deceiving on one another
This time of year, you don't throw a lot of pitches so it won't be a problem.
It looked like it was a goal from what I saw.
(October 21, 1942 - )
I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to