Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.

The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.

You know you're in love when you stop comparing.

My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.

A great reader seldom recognizes his solitude.

The chair as ideas fits only the bottom as idea.

When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.