And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.

And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere.

There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.