I Think That Passion If Really Intense

I've Been Thinking About Happiness-how Wrong It Is Ever To Expect It To Last Or There To Be A Time Of Happiness. It's Not That, It's A Moment Of Happiness. Almost Every Day Contains At Least One Moment Of Happiness.

For Of Course One Is Never Safe When In Love. Growth Is Demanding And May Seem Dangerous, For There Is Loss As Well As Gain In Growth. But Why Go On Living If One Has Ceased To Grow? And What More Demanding Atmosphere For Growth Than Love In Any Form, Than Any Relationship Which Can Call Out And Requires Of Us Our Most Secret And Deepest Selves?

We Have To Dare To Be Ourselves, However Frightening Or Strange That Self May Prove To Be.

It Is, I Assume, Quite Easy To Wither Into Old Age, And Hard To Grow Into It.

There Is A Wilder Solitude In Winter When Every Sense Is Pricked Alive And Keen.