If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate.
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.