I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare.
What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow.
Can a spear divine the Eternal Will?
The duty of a lyrical poet is not to express or explain, it is to intensify life.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
You must be fit to give before you can be fit to receive.