At midnight tears Run into your ears.

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.