Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Here is the first passionate love-letter I have ever written in my life. Strange, that my first passionate love-letter should have been addressed to a dead girl. Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter,- hour by hour

Hearts Live By Being Wounded

A flower blossoms for its own joy.