Through man’s love and woman’s love Moons and tides move Which fuse those islands, lying face to face. Mixing in naked passion, Those who naked new l… - Stephen Spender

Here where I lie is the hot pit Crowding on the mind with coal And the will turned against it Only drills new seams of darkness Through the dark-surrounding whole. Our vivid suns of happiness Withered from summer, drop their flowers; Hands of the longed, withheld tomorrow Fold on the hands of yesterday In double sorrow.

The greatest of all human delusions is that there is a tangible goal, and not just direction towards an ideal aim. The idea that a goal can be attained perpetually frustrates human beings, who are disappointed at never getting there, never being able to stop.

At dawn she lay with her profile at that angle Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.