Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding onto.
Let the questions be the curriculum.
The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.
Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.
I only know how little I know
If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.