You wanted a wife but I wasstill a girl.
You haunt my days and dreams.
There is so much woman in many a girl and too much boy in many a man.
By drinking, a boy acts like a man. After drinking, many a man acts like a boy.
I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.
Nothing is as irritating to a shy man as a confident girl.
When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
The choices that women make sometimes seems provoking and at the same time amusing. I once met a lady who said she liked my amusing facial expression.
Making God a man is the consolation prize that our forefathers gave themselves for not being the ones who were each blessed with a vagina.