Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Don't be agnostic - be something.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat
A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.