There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages.

Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Now for some heartwork.

Lord, it is time. The summer was very big. Lay thy shadow on the sundials, and on the meadows let the winds go loose. Command the last fruits that they shall be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them on to fulfillment and drive the last sweetiness into the heavenly wine.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.