Events are called inevitable only after they have occurred.

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

Retirement is a one-way trip to insignificance.

Conscious thought is the tidying up at the end.

The sheen of ocean gleams on the blue fish-plate.

I did not know I was in my prime until afterwards.

Worry is not thought; complaining is not action.