Fear that makes faith may break faith.
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.