“The fruit of youth or of the grape, the transitory magic of the brief passage from darkness to darkness - the old illusion that truth and beauty were in some way entwined.”
“But it happens, and I am thankful enough for that, for those fleeting, wakeful moments of beauty and truth. They are the real joy of being human, brief matches that flare in the dark.”
“Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.”
“And you that sought for magic in your youth but desire it not in your age, know that there is a blindness of spirit which comes from age, more black than the blindness of eye, making a darkness about you across which nothing may be seen, or felt, or known, or in any way apprehended.”
“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.”
“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.”