The poetry of the earth is never dead.

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.

...eyes that, like those of children, look at an eternal present without forgiveness.

In an era where Existence is incontestable, Truth is subjective, and Reality is perceived, fiction must mediate between the three.

It had come about ex­act­ly in the way things hap­pened in books.

I don't think poetry will die, but I think that poetry does demand a certain kind of attention to language.

Now I'm able to align my work and creative life with who I am.

I started a trial period a couple of weeks ago as a correspondent for 'Extra,' and now it's become full time.

For Indians, images are a means of celebrating mystery and not a manner of explaining it

To enjoy the world without judgment is what a realized life is like.

People say the Internet's made of cats. The reason isn't because of cats; it's because people like to have an emotion where they say 'aww' all at the same time.

The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look.