The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.