And as to experience-well, think how little some good poets have had, or how much some bad ones have.

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare.