There is no peace to be taken With poets who are young, For they worry about the wars to be fought and the songs that must be sung.

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree

The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows / Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes

The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.

I suppose I passed it a hundred times, But I always stop for a minute. And look at the house, the tragic house, The house with nobody in it.

There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride.

For nothing keeps a poet In his high singing mood Like unappeasable hunger For unattainable food.

Things have a terrible permanence when people die.

I think that I shall never scan A tree as lovely as a man. . . . . A tree depicts divinest plan, But God himself lives in a man.

Extraordinary effervescence exists within you, waiting to be tapped.

I guess us folks in California are kind of straitlaced and old-fashioned."Hahaha, I thought on the way downstairs. I never thought I'd say those words with a straight face...

The fish does not know it is wet. America is immersed in violence. The violence is in our souls. The enemy is within.

Names have power... And he kept the one I gave him. My dear, sweet Jackaby. - Eleanor

Is there a magical time when children become parents to their parents?

A man's worth isn't measured by a bank register or diploma... It's about integrity

Wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.

Machine learning is the science of getting computers to learn without being explicitly programmed.

You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?

You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.