Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.
love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.
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.