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.

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.

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.

When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.

She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.

We have 200, 000 kids a year who drop out of the French school system and have no hope. They become a drag on society.

It was really cool going to Sea World. We had an amazing time. They were amazing to us. We got to swim with the dolphins, and it was really special.

It cannot be that there is a high appreciation of Jesus and a totally silent tongue about him

I was little there were times I wanted my parents to be normal. I wanted them to have a religion. I wanted them to have a job, like the parents of every other kid I went to school with.

I am not what I am, I am what I do with my hands.

A photographer without a magazine behind him is like a farmer without fields.

Everyone sort of lives with their rulers in the past and doesn’t look at coming changes.

Commercial conquest is far more thorough and final than military defeat.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.