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

Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.