Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.