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

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.