I Think That Passion If Really Intense

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

There Is A Wilder Solitude In Winter When Every Sense Is Pricked Alive And Keen.

Love Cannot Exorcise The Gifts Of Hate. / Hate Cannot Exorcize What Has No Weight, / But Laughter We Can Never Over-rate.

In The Very Long Run Any Success Devours - And Perhaps Also Corrupts.

One Of The Good Elements Of Old Age Is That We No Longer Have To Prove Anything, To Ourselves Or To Anyone Else. We Are What We Are.