You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?

It is dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the artists. Or is it always so? The poets who are most ardently on the people's side write in such a way that the people cannot see rhyme nor reason to their work.

People who cannot feel punish those who do.

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.