In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.

The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.

Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.

Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.