One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

The more we feel sorry for ourselves, the less sorry others will feel for us. People don't waste their small store of sympathy on those who can provide it so richly for themselves.

The cliche is dead poetry.

Old age takes away from us what we have inherited and gives us what we have earned.

We should all live as if we were never going to die, for it is the deaths of our friends that hurt us, not our own.

In a happy marriage it is the wife who provides the climate, the husband the landscape.

As Coleridge said, "We receive but what we give." The happy life is a life of continual generosity in which we go out to meet and acclaim the world.