ᚩ ᛭ ᛉ ᛭ ᛟ

“Love dies all the time, or at any rate it becomes distracted, overlaid — it might as well be dead.”

Poetry turns all things to loveliness; it exalts the beauty of that which is most beautiful, and it adds beauty to that which is most deformed; it marries exultation and horror, grief and pleasure, eternity and change; it subdues to union under its light yoke all irreconcilable things. It transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes: its secret alchemy turns to potable gold the poisonous waters which flow from death through life; it strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bare the naked and sleeping beauty, which is the spirit of its forms.

“Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.”

“Life with others has its tempests, its storms of will, when it is wise to retire to a safe harbor and let the waves subside.”

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

I became "quiet as despair" in the emptiness, under those grey lowering skies.

Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war.

“I’ve probably overstayed. Once you’re tenured you never leave… Meanwhile, the gap between you and your students widens. You get older, while they stay the same age, year after year. Like vampires.”

“The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.”