Dante and Shakespeare divide the world between them. There is no third.

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.