We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

You can't put off being young until you retire.

They say eyes clear with age.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

I think we got much better poetry when it was all regarded as sinful or subversive, and you had to hide it under the cushion when somebody came in.

Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.