Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than thesquarerootofminusone. You and I are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.