Faith to my mind is a stiffening process a sort of mental starch.
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet there would be no more wars.
Charm in most men and nearly all women is a decoration.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.