There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

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

But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.

I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.