Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.

Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.

Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.

The only way out is to go through

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.