Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me