Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.

What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

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.

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

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.