Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn. (Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day) - Delmore Schwartz

Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.

That inescapable animal walks with me,
Has followed me since the black womb held,
Moves where I move, distorting my gesture,
A caricature, a swollen shadow,
A stupid clown of the spirit's motive,
Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness,
The secret life of belly and bone.

For reality's glow and glory, without poetry,
Fade, like the red operas of sunset