Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

I am sure I have heard this several times from places I can't recall, but it's not already in the Gaia Quotes database, so I add this profound insight from the fields of psychological healing and spiritual evolution. It sure has helped me.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.