O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies”)

The pathway traced with blood and tears, and dust of all our father's dead, Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red, Fade to the mist of nameless years.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled, The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera")

Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)

Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(“The Young Witch”)

What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

Silences, as every observer knows, have strange characteristics all their own - passionate silences, and hateful silences, and silences full of friendly, purring content.

You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.

I've always heard that women secretly want their father. So I used to walk around in a 1950s business suit, with a hat and a pipe. My opening line would be, 'You should be getting to bed now.'

You've got to follow that dream, wherever that dream may lead.

Any man can learn anything he will, but no man can teach except to those who want to learn.

I think on the things - the issues that Pope Francis cares about - not just remaking the Church and in just sort of a more compassionate visage, but really on trying to move real policy.

It's all happening too fast. I've got to put the brakes on or I'll smack into something.

If there is love enough,then nothing-not nature, not even death itself- can come between two who love each other.

The arts have only ever interested a small minority of people, which acted as a kind of nursery to support artists.