I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

worms are the words but joy's the voice

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

Love is the whole and more than all.