Fear that makes faith may break faith.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

Today will die tomorrow.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.

A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal, Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul.

When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

I don't know any sad songs. Except for the funny ones.

Your nature may carry deception and lies, but then it won’t stop me from loving you

Ghosts... they are the completions of the deads intended gestures, there unfinished plans still hanging in the air - something like when you forgot one thing and so you pantomime the motion.

This will be the night I escape. The thought repeated in my mind like a refrain, over and over, and I believed it so hard that I whispered it aloud: ‘This will be the night I escape!

I may be forty but every morning when I get up I feel like a twenty-year-old. Unfortunately there's never one around.

I don't think we should be about the business of denying voters in Michigan and Florida the right to be heard.

It’s about getting to a point in your life where you’re ready to let go and move on and become the better version of yourself.

The world laughs at another man's pain.

No one can penetrate me. They only see what's in their own fancy, always.

Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws.