En dos palabras puedo resumir cuanto he aprendido acerca de la vida: Sigue adelante. - Robert Frost

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound—that he will never get over it.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.