I've been born, and once is enough.

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

At the still point, there the dance is.

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.