Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.