When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.

If it can be verified, we don't need faith... Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason. Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.

I do not believe that true optimism can come about except through tragedy.

poets are born knowing the language of angels

To share poetry is one of the most intimate acts of friendship possible.