Poetry is talking on tiptoe.

When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.

What a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!

Poetry is talking on tiptoe.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.