I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.

Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time.

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.

One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.

He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

The beginner hugs his infant poem to him and does not want it to grow up. But you may have to break your poem to remake it.