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The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more
The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my read more
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my time is today.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, read more
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
