who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

Love is the whole and more than all.

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.

If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.