The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light.

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.

I worked with patience which means almost power.