An old body when it is loved becomes a sacred treasure; and sex itself must always, it seems to me, come to us as a sacrament and be so used or it is meaningless. The flesh is suffused by the spirit, and it is forgetting this in the act of love-making that creates cynicism and despair.

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.

It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

Time spent with poets is never wasted.

... love is healing, even rootless love.

True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.