The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

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

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.