For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute and yet is relative in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions but to use the ordinary ones and in working them up into poetry to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.
Business today consists in persuading crowds.
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths they become facts or at best part of the public character or at worst catchwords.
Art never improves but… the material of art is never quite the same.
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.