When You Give Up Struggle, There's A

I Want To Tell You That I Love You I Want To Tell You That I Love You I Want To Tell You That I Love I Love I Love I Love But You Do Not.

When You Give Up Struggle, There's A Kind Of Love.

How Mysterious It Is, To Be In Love. For You Can Be In Love With One Who Knows Nothing Of You. Perhpas Our Greatest Happinesses Spring From Such Longings-being In Love With One Who Is Oblivious Of You.

My Life Is A Very Interior And Solitary Life. I Tend Not To Care That Much About External Things.

On The Elusive Gift Of Blending Austerity Of Craft With Elasticity Of Allure.