Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.

Not drunk is he who from the floor - Can rise alone and still drink more But drunk is They who prostrate lies Without the power to drink or rise.

I mean I don't think I'm alone when I look at the homeless person or the bum or the psychotic or the drunk or the drug addict or the criminal and see their baby pictures in my mind's eye. You don't think they were cute like every other baby?

Love with very young people is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst or to get drunk it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.