I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.

Fading, fading: strength beyond hope and despair climbing the third stair. Lord, I am not worthy Lord, I am not worthy but speak the word only.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant