The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

Use words that soak up life.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.