Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

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 love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....

You can still go home a loyal wife.” - Warren Brown

Every happy girl has a broken heart. But every broken heart girl is not happy

Yes there is a Nirvanah: it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture and in putting your child to sleep and in writing the last line of your poem.

Almost every thing, especially of governmental policy, is an inseparable compound of the two [good and evil].

No matter what heights you achieve, even if you're Brad Pitt, the slide is coming, sure as death and taxes.

Obviously the best way to retain the most profit is to not give any of it away. That's something that you certainly learn through the years.

The intellectual and social climate needed to allow entrepreneurship to thrive will not exist in advanced capitalism.

Without my parents and their love and support in my life, I would not be who I am or where I am today.

O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!