Life is a state of consciousness.
Life is a state of consciousness.
It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.
No matter how love-sick a woman is, she shouldn’t take the first pill that comes along.
Life is just one damned thing after another.
Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.