The sidelong glance is what you depend on.

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

One age is like another for the soul.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Education is hanging around until you've caught on.