I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn.

If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.

In the end, there is no end.

We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.

The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.

Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.

It is night, And it is vanity, and age Blackens the heart of Adam. Fear, The yellow chirper, beaks its cage.

History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had - it is so dull and gruesome how we die, unlike writing, life never finishes.

Most poetry is very formal, but when a modern poet is formal he gets more attention for it than old poets did.

I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.

There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.

For a very long time everybody refuses and then almost without a pause almost everybody accepts.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

To those who much has been given, much is expected.

There is only one thing certain and that is that nothing is certain

So curiosity, I think, is a really important aspect of staying young or youthful.

Corporations are economic entities, to be sure, but they are also social institutions that must justify their existence by their overall contribution to society.

Reality really is theater. There's no other way to describe it. It's all so nonsensical, ridiculous and chaotic.

Whatever is the object of a saint's hope is the subject of his prayer.

Turn your attention for a while away from the worries and anxieties. Remind yourself of all your many blessings.