Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
He that knew all that learning ever writ Knew only this - that he knew...
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
