What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

She didn't see him at first. She was watching the dancers. Her color was high, and there were deep dimples at the corners of her mouth. She looked nine miles out of place, but he had never loved her more. This was Willa on the edge of a smile.

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows

Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.

Isn't it too bad that the great truths are all such lies.

And poets, in my view, and I think the view of most people, do speak God's language - it's better, it's finer, it's language on a higher plane than ordinary people speak in their daily lives.

Life turns on a dime. Sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?