You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour that person deeply, and to seek to secure that person’s happiness in every way is to “love” then perhaps my affection for you is a kind of love. I will tell you this that your soul seems to me to be the most beautiful and simple soul in the world and it may be because I am so conscious of this when I look at you that my love or affection for you loses much of its violence.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another s soul.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.

Wipe your glosses with what you know.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.