Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.

It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.

Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.

instant intimacy was too often followed by disillusion.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.