Every Angel Is Terrifying.

Spring Has Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Poems.

Be Ahead Of All Farewells As If They Were Behind You, Like The Winter That Is Just Departing.

The Point Is To Live Everything.

Love Consists In This, That Two Solitudes Protect And Touch And Greet Each Other.

Lord, It Is Time. The Summer Was Very Big. Lay Thy Shadow On The Sundials, And On The Meadows Let The Winds Go Loose. Command The Last Fruits That They Shall Be Full; Give Them Another Two More Southerly Days, Press Them On To Fulfillment And Drive The Last Sweetiness Into The Heavenly Wine.