She knows more of love than the poets can say,And her eyes offer something that won't go away.

Poets are Damned ... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.

I am a greedy, selfish bastard. I want the fact that I existed to mean something.

Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.

When in doubt do something.