Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.
I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?
Love each other or perish.
The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.
Shall memory restore The steps and the shore, The face and the meeting place.
If the most significant characteristic of man is the complex of biological needs he shares with all members of his species, then the best lives for the writer to observe are those in which the role of natural necessity is clearest, namely, the lives of the very poor.