What makes something special is not just what you have to gain, but what you feel there is to lose.
“Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.”
“I sent my flowers across the hall to Mrs Nixon but her husband remembered what a Democrat I am and sent them back.”