In the country of pain we are each alone.
It's extraordinary how little two people can understand each other and how cruel two people who are fond of each other can be to each other - there is practically no cruelty so awful because their power to hurt is so great.
Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.
Your poems will happen when no one is there.
Unless the gentle inherit the earth, / There will be no earth.
What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.