We all have these places where shy humiliations gambol on sunny afternoons.

The element of craftsmanship in poetry is obscured by the fact that all men are taught to speak and most to read and write, while very few men are taught to draw or paint or write music.

The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.

Each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.

And make us as Newton was, who in his garden watching The apple falling towards England, became aware Between himself and her of an eternal tie.

We are all here on earth to help others.

Dance, dance, dance till you drop.