Eternal life can mean utter reverence for life itself.

The fact of the matter is that the most unexpected and miraculous thing in my life was the arrival in it of poetry itself - as a vocation and an elevation almost.

Life has no meaning, the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

The kinds of truth that art gives us many, many times are small truths. They don't have the resonance of an encyclical from the Pope stating an eternal truth, but they partake of the quality of eternity. There is a sort of timeless delight in them.

I don't care about eternity. I was not their when it began, I will not be there when it ends

The reward of eternal life requires effort.