Caricature is rough truth.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
Poetry is talking on tiptoe.
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.