The past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.
You can't make sense of the present unless a part of you lives in the past.
And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.
The normal present connects the past and the future through limitation. Contiguity results, crystallization by means of solidification. There also exists, however, a spiritual present that identifies past and future through dissolution, and this mixture is the element, the atmosphere of the poet.
I think the beautiful thing about the past is that it leads you to the present.
We need a certain amount of energy to produce the sound. But then to sustain it, we have to give more energy, or otherwise, it goes and it dies in silence. And therefore, sound is absolutely, inextricably connected to time, the length of time.
Everything which is done in the present, affects the future by consequence, and the past by redemption.
