A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

Silence Too Can Be Indiscreet.

Would That Well-thinking People Should Be Replaced By Thinking Ones.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.