But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.

I dream too much, work too little.

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.