Our experience is composed rather of illusions that of wisdom acquired.
Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.
Science is for those who learn poetry is for those who know.
Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has...
We call that person who has lost his father an orphan and a widower that man...
Experience comprises illusions lost rather than wisdom gained.
In a still hot morning the tide went out and didn't come back in. This was not a spectacular event. The sea did not roll up like a scroll like the sky in Revelations. It quietly withdrew.
