Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain has his mother.
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.