My dear, Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house. An empty house, a lonely house, a quiet house. A house unlived in. A house too big for any one person to live in. … A dead house, a haunted house. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Love is an eternity of now. It is both much longer and much shorter than forever. It can stretch the seconds to years, and shorten the years to meer seconds. Love is a time distorter, an immortal who dies (a phoenix), and a sideways eight. Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, You don’t marry someone you can live with, you marry the person who you cannot live without. Because trust me, there are going to be ups and downs. And if you marry someone who’s in your eyes perfect, then you’re going to hate every minute of every day that they’re not. But if you marry someone who you absolutely know is not perfect, but can’t keep yourself away from – well then, they have no...

My dear, If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? I think I know why. I think people used to love love, and they used to use lingerie to accent their love for each other. I think people used to truly love, and they used to add to this from that starting point. And lingerie wasn’t that popular then. But now, I think people secretly hate love, for they don’t have it, and now they use lingerie to cover up the fact that they...

My dear, If you’re holding on tight to someone, please please let your grasp weaken a bit. In fact, let them go. If you love someone, let them go. If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don’t, their love was never yours to begin with. … If they don’t come back it’ll be hard, and it’ll nearly break you to pieces, but it’s better than strangling that which you say you love. Afterall,...

My dear, Love is like a piano, it is grand, usually takes up whole spaces, and most people don’t know how to even approach it. Love is like a piano, when it’s in front of you, you can either create masterpieces (if you let it guide you), or you can treat it so horribly that people will want to never leave it in your care again. Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the...

My dear, Love – a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker. And the knees weaken too! From a scientific stand point it’s highly highly dangerous to the longevity of our health. We should cure it, but who’d ever want to cure a thing that brings so much joy? The cure will probably be...

My dear, Socialites, instead of intellectuals, are the new idols. The people on the movie screens, instead of the people out in the world changing it for better, are the new celebrities. Blogs are the new books. Google before you tweet is the new think before you speak. And if you realize just how many people are tweeting over the number of them that are googling you’d realize that thinking is a thing of the past. Speaking is the...

My dear, I want change in manners. I want to see this apathetic society finally take responsibility (it’s been a long time coming). I want change in attitude. I want to see companies care more about the customer and customer experience than they do about swindling and hustling as much money out of them as possible (for is a company’s goal not to serve the customer and not their pockets?). I may live on the streets, but the...

My dear, The first book cover for Dracula was crappy by today’s standards. The first book cover for Wuthering Heights was crappy by today’s standards. The first book covers for Sherlock Holmes, for Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, for Pride and Prejudice, for Romeo and Juliet, for Macbeth, for Lord of the Flies, and for Faust were crappy by today’s standards… The list goes on. But still, the stories are timeless, and...