The only creative power I know is that of what might roughly be called 'love'; not of course a sentimental love: a far more impersonal and less individual emotion. I sometimes think that migratory birds may have it for each other. They fly in the same direction, and have never been seen to interfere with each other's flights.

Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away!

A desire that has never been fulfilled is considerably less acute than one that has been fulfilled and then checked at the source.

No emergency excuses you from exercising tolerance.

When you know a person particularly well, you cannot escape their ruffled feelings.

... what most people tell you a confidence for is to get something off their chest which hasn't really been on it. They don't necessarily want to hide the truth from you, but they're out to hide it from themselves

if you listen long enough - or is it deep enough? - the silence of a lover can speak plainer than any words! Only you must know how to listen. Pain must have taught you how.