It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people, of animals, a love ingengering gentleness and goodness that moved meand that I saw in you

What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.

The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that.

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.