Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
To become what you are not, behave as you do not.
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.
The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.