The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

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

The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.

... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.