He was a poet and hated the approximate.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

Death is the dies of life which is turned away from us.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just…

Tout silence n'est fait que de paroles qu'on n'a pas dites. C'est pour cela peut-etre que je devins un musicien. Il fallait quelqu'un pour exprimer ce silence,…

Translations (like wives) are seldom strictly faithful if they are in the least attractive.

Cyn rheitied i mi brydu Ag i tithau bregethu, A chyn iawned ym glera Ag I tithau gardota. Pand englynion ac odlau Yw'r hymnau a'r segwensiau? A chywyddau i Ddu…