We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.

About loving, I have little to learn from the young.

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.

over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be more and more extreme, intricate and in a way divorced from life itself. It seems as if what we all need is a great purification - but how will that come about?

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.