Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up unless it looks like an ax murderer.

Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it would be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: 'That's the end of that.

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?

Your initial opinion on just about anything may change over time.

There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.