If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

Democracy is a very admirable form of government - for dogs

To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.