Intimacy is a difficult art.
Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.
writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.
Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.
But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.