Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

To answer your question, you want me because I'm made of awesome.

The power others have to upset us and to steer us off our path is the power we gave to them.

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories.

Let men see, let them know, a real man, who lives as he was meant to live.

If you show a poetry professor your shiny new multiple choice teaching technology, he will invite you to exit his office.

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.

The Recovery Act is working, but it's going to continue to work. It's not over. A lot's going to happen this summer. And even after the summer, there's more to come with the act.

You don't need any brains to listen to music.

There is maybe a cynicism because of my past as a writer.