Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.
Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.
Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.