When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
It is time for dead languages to keep quiet.
A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.
Might I be the one I am looking for?
if I had one ambition it was to make my life itself into a poem.
If only art were as rare as good taste.