As readers of the volume of letters began to note the unusually amorous tone in some of her brother-in-law's missives to younger men, Alice Gibbens James, steadfast and loyal to the end, wrote to her son: "People are putting a vile interpretation on those silly letters to young men. -- Poor dear Uncle Henry."
We men are very simple people: if we like what we see, we're coming over there. If we don't want anything from you, we're not coming over there.
... He doesn't care anything about your personality or what you do for a living; your friends mean nothing to him, and whether you know Jesus is irrelevant. He just wants to know if he might be able to sleep with you, and he's talking to you to determine exactly how much he has to invest to get what he wants.
Once in the dear, dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mists began to fall
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng,
Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet song,
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream...
Just a song at twilight,
When the lights are low;
And the flick'ring shadows,
Softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary,
Sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight,
Comes love's old song,
Comes love's old sweet song.
Even today we hear love's song of yore,
Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore,
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way,
Still we can hear it at the close of day.
So 'til the end when life's dim shadows fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all....
Just B Cuz at flickr found this old photo. "This has the names Flora and Sikes on the back written in pencil. I do
not know who took it but it is one of my all time favorite photos, I
got it at a flea market. There are so many details of this picture that
I love. On the back is written also "Love's Old Sweet Song" . Perfect!" .
A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness: a lawn about the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction: an erring lace, which here and there enthralls the crimson stomacher: a cuff neglectful, and thereby ribbands to flow confusedly: a winning wave (deserving note) in the tempestuous petticoat: a careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility: do more bewitch me, than when art is too precise in every part.
In the golden bull that Alexios Comnenos issued to prominently honor his mother, the very sagacious Lady Anna Dalassené— distinguished in her works, in her ways— there are many words of praise: here let us convey of them a beautiful, noble phrase-- "Those cold words 'mine' or 'yours' were never spoken."
Εις το χρυσόβουλλον που έβγαλ' ο Αλέξιος Κομνηνός για να τιμήσει την μητέρα του επιφανώς, την λίαν νοήμονα Κυρίαν Αννα Δαλασσηνή -- την αξιόλογη στα έργα της, στα ήθη -- υπάρχουν διάφορα εγκωμιαστικά: εδώ ας μεταφέρουμε από αυτά μια φράσιν έμορφην, ευγενική «Ου το εμόν ή το σον, το ψυχρόν τούτο ρήμα, ερρήθη».
Εις το χρυσόβουλλον που έβγαλ' ο Αλέξιος Κομνηνός
για να τιμήσει την μητέρα του επιφανώς,
την λίαν νοήμονα Κυρίαν Αννα Δαλασσηνή --
την αξιόλογη στα έργα της, στα ήθη --
υπάρχουν διάφορα εγκωμιαστικά:
εδώ ας μεταφέρουμε από αυτά
μια φράσιν έμορφην, ευγενική
«Ου το εμόν ή το σον, το ψυχρόν τούτο ρήμα, ερρήθη».
[Speaking of Hadrian's favorite, Antinous, at left, who was deified after his death] Yet we may remark that of the first fifteen emperors, Claudius was the only one whose taste in love was entirely correct.
--Edward Gibbon (1737-1794) in The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire (published 1776-1788), Vol. 1, ch. II, footnote 31.
As we were walking down this enormous red carpet on the way to a party, one girl just screamed out, "I love you, Adam!" And he looked at her and went, "No, you don't." It was just wonderful, because he wasn't being cheeky. He was being completely sincere. And it showed a self-awareness that not many actors have.
--Writer-director Jason Reitman on the popular actor Adam Brody, who played Seth Cohen in the television series "The O.C." Quoted in an article on Brody by Cristy Lytal in the Los Angeles Times, 15 April 2007