Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

All the little emptiness of love!

Take young researchers, put them together in virtual seclusion, give them an unprecedented degree of freedom and turn up the pressure by fostering competitiveness.

Our bilateral relations are very good, they’re very close. In the areas of business, of the economy, the United States of America last year were our most important trading partner.

I work using the Brian Eno school of thinking: limit your tools, focus on one thing and just make it work… You become very inventive with the restrictions you give yourself.

I don't think college wrestling is in danger of extinction by any means. But I am concerned if one program drops.

To watch the corn grow, and the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over ploughshare or spade; to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray, — these are the things that make men happy.

The only good government... Is a bad one in a hell of a fright.

Satire chooses and knows no objects. It arises by fleeing from them and their forcing themselves upon it.

Poverty, the mother of manhood. Also, the mother of prostitution.

Some combinations of people are toxic, you know? You have to find the right one that isn't just going to explode into fiery ash and destruction.

It's hard to say a favorite song of my father's. I listen to all his stuff; a lot of the old stuff before the '70s.