Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.

If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

Love is the last light spoken.