What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Neither way is better. / Both ways are necessary. / It is also necessary / To make a choice between them.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

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.

The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.

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