Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

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!

One must read poetry with one's nerves.

My happiness with the future and the present depends on my ability to let the past go and make peace with it.

We do not know what happens when we sleep.

No, scratch the word "career." Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.

So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.

It's not hard work that wears you out, but the repression of your true personality, and I've found a way of working that does not demand that.

Appreciation can make a day - even change a life.

If you are opening a play, a play that's really about something, a play that's really about ideas, you have to find a way to sell that play.

A poet clings to his own tradition and avoids internationalism.

You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of complicated state of mind. The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.