You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds Except the one in which you belong.

There is no house like the house of belonging.

Being young and trying to catch a glimpse of the depths, of the true self, of the soul, or whatever human beings have called it over the centuries, we often find ourselves surrounded by bossy, hectoring voices trying to short-circuit our personal experience by super-imposing their own disappointments. Much of this bossiness masquerades as an education.

To give generously but appropriately and then, most difficult of all, and as the full apotheosis of the art, with feeling, in the moment and spontaneously, has always been recognized as one of the greatest of human qualities.

You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds Except the one in which you belong.

It is the province of poetry to be more realistic and present than the artificial narratives of an outer discourse, and not afraid of the truthful difficulty of the average human life.

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love.