Time can but make her beauty over again.
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.
Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.