Redeem the time. Redeem the unread vision of a higher dream.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.

I do not believe that any writer has ever exposed this bovarysme, the human will to see things as they are not, more clearly than Shakespeare.