The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

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.

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.

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.

Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife.

Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears

Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.

I'm in awe of comics that do things that I can't do, or haven't tried doing yet.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Well the first thing I'd say is that I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do to show my remorse other than to say that I'm remorseful.

I started modeling when I was 13 or 14, I think. We were on the Métro in Paris on a family holiday, and somebody came up to me and asked me to be a model, and that's how it started.

Only 10 percent of the people in the U.S. like dry wines. You shouldn't get down on people just because they like a little sugar.

The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.