Distracted from distraction by distraction

Only through time time is conquered

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

We do not pass twice through the same door Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?