Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

Must's a schoolroom in the month of may

the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

All in green went my love riding

Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects