Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
The test is always how we treat the poor.
The sidelong glance is what you depend on.
An idea comes as near to something for nothing as you can get.
What are we? Young or new? We must be something.
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.