Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus...
Women's virtue is frequently nothing but a regard to their own quiet and a...
The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures they are safe...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
