“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ”
“Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.”
“Fools dwelling in darkness, wise in their own conceit, are puffed up with vain knowledge, go round and round, staggering to and fro, like blind men led by the blind.”
“The wise are wise only because they love. And the foolish are foolish only because they think they can understand love.”
“Our lives pass from us like the wind, and whyShould wise men grieve to know that they must die?The Judas blossom fades, the lovely faceOf light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place.”
“It is impossible to love and be wise.”