They Flower Spontaneously Out Of The Demands

Sorrow Is Implicit In Love As Gravitation Is Implicit In Mass.

The Loved Object Is Simply One That Has Shared An Experience At The Same Moment Of Time, Narcissistically; And The Desire To Be Near The Beloved Object Is At First Not Due To The Idea Of Possessing It, But Simply To Let The Two Experiences Compare Themselves, Like Reflections In Different Mirrors. All This May Precede The First Look, Kiss, Or Touch; Precede Ambition, Pride, Or Envy; Precede The First Declarations Which Mark The Turning Point—for From Here Love Degenerates Into Habit, Possession, And Back To Loneliness.

Poetry Is What Happens When An Anxiety Meets A Technique.

Poverty Is A Great Cutter-off And Riches A Great Shutter-off.

Odd, Isn't It? He Really Was The Right Man For Her In A Sort Of Way; But Then As You Know, It Is A Law Of Love That The So-called 'right' Person Always Comes To Soon Or Too Late.