If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.

Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.

I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

I never deny poems when they come; whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem.

May is much sunshine through small leaves.