I love you; not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

I love you; not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.

There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is read more

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. read more

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.