When you know your weaknesses, it's easier to highlight your strengths.
If you can't take me at my worst
You don't deserve me at my best
It's wonderful, this love thing. Why should it make any sense? When I think about the reasons I'm in love with Debbie, okay, she's kind, she's funny, she's loving. But that's not it. Not really. There are other people in the world that are kinder, that are funnier, that are more loving than she is, but she makes me happy just being around her. It makes absolutely no sense, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
The difficulty is to keep oneself untouched in a crowd: so many people try to speak to you or touch you: and your like electricity, in that one touch discharges all the virtue you have stored up.
Good — sensible, madam, to the worth of this present writer. Alive, sir, to the advantages of letting him alone.