Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.

At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.

Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.

We must always take risks. That is our destiny.