A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.
Love is acting stupid together.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.
Whoever wants to accomplish great things must devote to a lot of profound thought to details.