Youth Is A Marvelous Garment

The Talk Of Lovers Who Have Just Declared Their Love Is One Of Life's Most Sweet Delights. Each Vies With The Other In Humility, In Amazement At Being So Valued. The Past Is Searched For The First Signs And Each One Is In Haste To Declare All That He Is So That No Part Of His Being Escapes The Hallowing Touch.

It's Easier To Sell Junk When You're Known Than Works Of Genius When You're Unknown.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

To Lose Somebody Is To Lose Not Only Their Person But All Those Modes And Manifestations Into Which Their Person Has Flowed Outwards; So That In Losing A Beloved One May Find So Many Things, Pictures, Poems, Melodies, Places Lost Too: Dante, Avignon, A Song Of Shakespeare's, The Cornish Sea.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.