Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.
We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open
He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it
The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.
Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.
It has frequently been said that we never desire what we think absolutely inapprehensible: it is however true that some of our sharpest agonies are those in which the object of desire is regarded as both possible and imaginary.