“sometimes affection is a shy flower that takes time to blossom.”

“...fine love poetry tends to be written when the object of one's affection is at a safe distance; also, it often reflects a love of words more than a love of women...”

“For this is wisdom- to love and liveTo take what fate or the Gods may give,To ask no question, to make no prayer,To kiss the lips and caress the hair,Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow,To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.”

“For this is Wisdom; to love, to liveTo take what fate, or the Gods may give.To ask no question, to make no prayer,To kiss the lips and caress the hair,Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flowTo have, -to hold -and -in time, -let go!”

“Sometimes it's easier to be as bad as they expect you to be.”

“The man was staring directly at him now, a curious expression on his face, half smiling, half quizzical. Instantly Eager had a sense of certainty far deeper than anything he had experienced so far. "I have it too!" he exclaimed. "I am a part of this Earth, aren't I? Just like the birds and the trees and the people - I am.""Om." said his companion.Unseen by them, a blossom fell.”

“To be in Lyonesse, that is the questionTo justify the otters, is the questionThe dropping of the meadows, is the questionI do not know the answer to the questionThere was a time when moorhens in the westThere was a time when daylight on the topThere was a time when God was not a questionThere was a time when poets Then I came”