The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don’t find them - not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever.
— From a love letter by Henry Miller written in 1932 to Anaïs Nin