Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.
The function of posterity is to look after itself.
Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.