The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.
The only way round is through.
The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is the most important of all to reach the heart of the reader.