A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance.

I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.

Everyone gets the experience. Some get the lesson.

The darkness declares the glory of light.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG