We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

High sprits they had: gravity they flouted.

We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.

A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.