People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.

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

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

Everyone's alone - or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other. And I'm sure they don't. Is that a delusion?

I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.