Television ... the new gladiatorial arena.

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.