Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
Nature pulls one way and human nature another.
...though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.
It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.
It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.