If we were rational creatures we would never get out of bed or live or love.

Love is like that, fragile and light. No wonder it rests upon our hearts in intangible moments, bids us follow fleeting thoughts and ideas and pursue our abstract imaginings.

Pleasure is the object, duty and the goal of all rational creatures.

All the questions have been put to bed now, and we can enter the next phase.

I've yet to find the exact word to describe the enjoyment that an evening spent riffling through old pattern books can bring.

Her smile could wash away a thousand doubts as soon as light up a room.