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

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God. . . . So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

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.