It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art or his art or the artist part of him than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.
For love is immortality.
Tell the truth but tell it slant.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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.
