In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

Skepticism may undermine beliefs, but never belief.

A critic who uses new quotations is making important changes.

Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight.

When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.

Children must be protected not because they are innocent but because they are powerless.

Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.