The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?
Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
There's something tragic in the fate of almost every person--it's just that the tragic is often concealed from a person by the banal surface of life.... A woman will complain of indigestion and not even know that what she means is that her whole life has been shattered.
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.
That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.