I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?