Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.


The Selected Letters (ed. 1954)


Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.