Since you walked out on me I'm getting lovelier by the hour. I glow like a corpse in the dark. No one sees how round and sharp my eyes have grown how my carcass looks like a glass urn, how I hold up things in the rags of my hands, the way I can stand through crippled by lust. No, there's just your cruelty circling my head like a bright rotting halo.

You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.

I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold.