Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.