I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

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.

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

...and down they forgot as up they grew.