Bring me the sunset in a cup.

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

The only secret people keep is immortality.

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

I have an appetite for silence.