My advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

We can never be born enough.

because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)

...on forever's very now we stand.

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

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