And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

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

life is long between the desire and the spasm.

So the lover must struggle for words.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.