He [the Cat] Wound Himself Around Her

I Know You Have Much To Bear With In Me, And I Really Do Sometimes In You, But I Have Never Looked At Friendship In A Deep Sense As Easy Or Entirely Comfortable.

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

Is It Perhaps The One Necessity Of Love, That It Be Needed? And The One Great Human Tragedy That It So Rarely Is?

Go Rich In Poverty. Go Rich In Poetry. This Nothingness Is Plentitude.

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.