Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anaïs Nin I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. George Eliot Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

for whenever men are right they are not young

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.