Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

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

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.