The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love.” from “Memoriam
Reading a poem in translation is like kissing a woman through a veil.
Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.
When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she's merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.
The best teacher lodges an intent not in the mind but in the heart.
I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.