Can I ever know you / Or you know me?
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.