Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.
When the newspapers have got nothing else to talk about, they cut loose on the young. The young are always news. If they are up to something, that's news. If they aren't, that's news too.
Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: the creative act.
Love is the garment of knowledge.
Crooked cards and straight whiskey, Slow horses and fast women.
It takes great labor to uncover the convincing simple speech of the heart. Poetic candor comes with hard labor, so even does impetuosity and impudence.