People find a way in which they can say something.

All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end.

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.