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.

The footpath down to the well is healed.

You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

One age is like another for the soul.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.