We shall come back, we said, and find it. We shall go back to the Islands and grasp the essence. We shall have the ultimate Grey Goose on a blue and timeless ocean. But there wasn’t time enough to go back, way leading on to way. And if we had gone back, there wouldn’t have been time enough then, either, for ahead there would be a terminus. Always.

We decided to own nothing that we couldn’t be comfortable with—

The future dream charms us because of its timelessness; and I think most of the charm we see in the ‘good old days’ is no less an illusion of

altogether healthier to find yourself being used as the answer to someone else’s prayer.

principle of spontaneity: if one of us had an impulse—to stop and listen to a bird, to go for a walk in the night, to cut classes, to do anything—we both followed it always.

the good life, the life without the pressure of time. A life we could lead together, even if we had to sell apples along the road.

A man in the jungle at night, as someone said, may suppose a hyena’s growl to be a lion’s; but when he hears the lion’s growl, he knows damn’ well it’s a lion. So with the genuine inloveness.

only by love of love can love endure, For self’s a killer,

‘We have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.’