Poetry Has Been The Longest Pleasure Of

The Sweetness That All Longed For Night And Day. Some Tragedy Might Be Idly Guessed At-loss Or Illness. She Had The Luminosity Of Those About To Die.

When People Say Of Their Tragedies, 'i Don't Often Think Of It Now,' What They Mean Is It Has Entered Permanently Into Their Thoughts, And Colors Everything.

The Tragedy Is Not That Love Doesn't Last. The Tragedy Is The Love That Lasts.

Italians Are Never Punctual; The Café, The Convenient Place To Wait, Absolves Them From That. There Is No Question Of Hanging About, No Looking Lost And Unwanted Or Even Disreputable, As There Is In Hotel Lobbies Or The Foyers Of Restaurants. One Just Sits And Enjoys The Scene, And Waits.

Human Beings Need Unhappiness At Least As Much As They Need Happiness.