If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness.

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.

To make an end is to make a beginning.

Gradually we come to admit that Shakespeare understands a greater extent and variety of human life than Dante; but that Dante understands deeper degrees of degradation and higher degrees of exaltation.

Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday!

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.