The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right.
If you can't create, you destroy.