Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
All great and beautiful work has come of first gazing without shrinking into the darkness.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.