Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.

Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.

What after all, is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.

We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.