Cruelty is softened by fear, not pity.
Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
If you are going to be rude, be quick about it.
The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.
At sixty, I would like to give my future back its vistas of uncertainty.