Life Is Always Bringing Unexpected Gifts.

It Is Always Hard To Hear The Buried Truth From Another Person.

I Would Predicate That In All Great Works Of Genius Masculine And Feminine Elements In The Personality Find Expression, Whether This Androgynous Nature Is Played Out Sexually Or Not.

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

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

More Than Any Other Beauty (though It Is True Of All Beauty Except In Art) Passion Seems To Me To Have The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction In It.