Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

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.

This love is silent.

You are the music while the music lasts.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.