Although I'm not a big fan of post colonial poets but Pablo is an exception.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. ----William Blake

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ---William Blake

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. ----William Blake

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come ---William Wordsworth

It will be worth it, if in the end I manage To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage. Then there will be nothing I know. My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow. ----Philip Larkin

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. ----William Wordsworth

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes. ---Philip Larkin

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind. ---William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality