Who can say which is the greater sign of creative power, the sun with its planet system swinging with governed impetus to some incalculable end, or the gold sallow catkin with its flashing system of little flies?

Autumn is full of leave-taking.

It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.

Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet.