“There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.”
“Not trust. There is none.Not honesty. Honesty is a farce.And definitely not love. Love was the greatest ruse of all. Designed to trap and enslave and ultimately destroy.”
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”
“In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.”
“Do not trust all men, but trust men of worth; the former course is silly, the latter a mark of prudence.”
“The poetry of attention is not metaphysical. It trusts the opened eye to see. By faith, the eye stays open. And so the work of poetry is trust that, by faith, is shown to be no work at all.”