All the little emptiness of love!
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.