My mother groaned my father wept into the dangerous world I leapt, helpless naked piping loud like

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt, helpless naked piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Author: William Blake

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.

Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.