Don't let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.

You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

A new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken...

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.