A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.
I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.
The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.
One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.