Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.Quentin Crisp
- The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm;
At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped;
With lulling murmur, and the air was warm,
And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.
- The Nestling Swallows, in Drift-Weed (1878), p. 20.
- Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet.
- The Sunrise never failed us yet, in Drift-Weed (1878), p. 64.
- Already the dandelions
Are changed into vanishing ghosts.
- Already, in Drift-Weed (1878), p. 103.
- Across the narrow beach we flit,
One little sand-piper and I;
- The Sand-piper (1862).