Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

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

I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.

I loved them all the way one loves at any age -- if it's real at all -- obsessively, painfully, with wild exultation, with guilt, with conflict; I wrote poems to and about them, I put them into novels (disguised of course); I brooded upon why they were as they were, so often maddening don't you know? I wrote them ridiculous letters. I lived with their faces. I knew their every gesture by heart. I stalked them like wild animals. I studied them as if they were maps of the world -- and in a way I suppose they were.

A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.

More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.