Oh, Love Is Real Enough;

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Je Sais De Quelles Petitesses Meurent Les Plus Grandes Amours. I Know How Pettiness Ruins The Greatest Loves.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.