How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.
In tragedy every moment is eternity; in comedy, eternity is a moment.
The dark is light enough.
In our plain defects we already know the brotherhood of man.
If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.
Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.