We sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.

beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.

It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.