History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.

Without communication with the dead, a fully human life is not possible.

Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.

To have a sense of sin means to feel guilty at there being an ethical choice to make, a guilt which, however "good" I may become, remains unchanged.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

A writer, or at least a poet, is always being asked by people who should know better: “Whom do you write for?” The question is, of course, a silly one, but I can give it a silly answer. Occasionally I come across a book which I feel has been written especially for me and for me only. Like a jealous lover I don’t want anybody else to hear of it. To have a million such readers, unaware of each other’s existence, to be read with passion and never talked about, is the daydream, surely, of every author.