Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.

Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued.

For words of rapture groping, they"Never such love," swore "ever before was!"

The difference between you and her (whom I to you did once prefer) Is clear enough to settle: She like a diamond shone, but you Shine like an early drop of dew Poised on a red rose petal. The dew-drop carries in its eye Mountain and forest, sea and sky, With every change of weather; Contrariwise, a diamond splits The prospect into idle bits That none can piece together.

There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.

What we now call "finance" is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.

She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.