Labyrinths (New Directions Paperbook)

Nothing endures, nothing is precise and certain (except the mind of a pedant), perfection is the mere repudiation of that ineluctable marginal inexactitude which is the mysterious inmost quality of Being.

Likewise, one need never fear that the final page of an author’s corpus will be read, soaking the reader in the grief of the nevermore. No. Here is the joyous promise of the never-ending.

Few if any seemed to have grasped the truest principle of reality: new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries.