Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

A world of made is not a world of born

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.