Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.

I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

The dark is light enough.

It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.

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.

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?