Peace is a virtual, mute, sustained victory of potential powers against probable greeds

There is a difference if we see something with a pencil in our hand or without one.

That which has been believed by everyone, always and everywhere, has every chance of being false.

The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.

Follow the path of your aroused thought, and you will soon meet this infernal inscription: There is nothing so beautiful as that which does not exist.

What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?

My poems mean what people take them to mean.