What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

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

It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.