Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.
If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.
In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.
Nothing gold can stay.
I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.