Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.

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.

Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows

I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.