Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.
If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.
Even the idiot may have a message for us
When you travel often, you will be addicted to it forever.
The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art.
Who wants to be a hundred? What's the point of it? A short life and a merry one is far better than a long one sustained by fear, caution, and perpetual medical surveillance.