We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.
Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing
Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?
Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.