Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand what we are, unless we know what we ought to be.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.