Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine?

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

If you catch yourself wondering why you want more of the world and you're not satisfied with God, it's because you have a spiritual problem.

My whole desire is to burn myself away.

We and all our existences are non-entities. Thou art the absolute being whose appearance is transitory.

Allen's [Gisberg] loyalty to his friends was extraordinary. And as he was dying he was calling people: "What can I do for you before I die? Do you need money? What can I do?".

Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th St Park, feeling the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark

One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.

What interests me is seeing a problem and doing something about it, not all of the stuff around it.

We can save ourselves, but only if we let go of the myth of dominance and mastery and learn to work with nature.

I think these are very improper questions for any American to be asked, especially under such compulsion as this. I would be very glad to tell you my life if you want to hear of it.

Medicine would be the ideal profession if it did not involve giving pain.