We Can Never Be Born Enough.

Progress Is A Comfortable Disease.

If A Poet Is Anybody, He Is Somebody To Whom Things Made Matter Very Little - Somebody Who Is Obsessed By Making.

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

More Each Particular Person Is(my Love) Alive Than Every World Can Understand And Now You Are And I Am Now And We're A Mystery That Will Never Happen Again, A Miracle Which Has Never Happened Before And Shining This Our Now Must Come To Then