Love is never easy. We begin by loving the things we can, according to our stature, but it is not long before we find that what we love is other than ourselves and that our love is no protection against being wounded. Do we then speak to dominate what we love, to make it bend to our will, to stop it from hurting us even though to do so is to betray love? And that is only where the difficulty begins.

It is only the darkness in our own hearts that will defeat us, in the end.

I would rather die than stay there." "Well, you might die.

Many forgotten things live still in children's tales.

It is far better to put away fear than to be driven by it.

I think you are a liar because you think you know what is true. You think you feel what is true. But you do not yet know what you do feel and what you do know. Your desire and do not take; you love and are too afraid to feel your love; you conceal your vanity and pettiness from yourself; you are afraid to look into your soul and see what you are. That iis why i think you are a liar.

Drunk with beauty, I tore down Armfuls of blossoms. How desolate the marred sky!