Every poem can be considered in two ways--as what the poet has to say, and as a thing which he makes.

Hitherto the plans of the educationalists have achieved very little of what they attempted, and indeed we may well thank the beneficent obstinacy of real mothers, real nurses, and (above all) real children for preserving the human race in such sanity as it still possesses.

And there's one thing about this underground work, we shan't get any rain.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung.

No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.

It has actually become very necessary in our time to rebut the theory that every firm and serious friendship is really homosexual.

To love is to be vulnerable.