Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the 'findings' in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves.