It Is Love, Not Reason, That Is

Solitude Gives Birth To The Original In Us, To Beauty Unfamiliar And Perilous - To Poetry. But Also, It Gives Birth To The Opposite: To The Perverse, The Illicit, The Absurd.

What A Wonderful Phenomenon It Is, Carefully Considered, When The Human Eye, That Jewel Of Organic Structures, Concentrates Its Moist Brilliance On Another Human Creature!

Only Love, And Not Reason, Yields Kind Thoughts.

But My Deepest And Most Secret Love Belongs To The Fair-haired And The Blue-eyed, The Bright Children Of Life, The Happy, The Charming And The Ordinary.

He Took In The Squeaky Music, The Vulgar And Pining Melodies, Because Passion Immobilizes Good Taste And Seriously Considers What Soberly Would Be Thought Of As Funny And To Be Resented.