... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.
Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.
I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.
Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.
O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.