If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones.
May is much sunshine through small leaves.
Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.