Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.
There is no such thing as a lost cause, because there is no such thing as a gained cause
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Every end is a beginning...And every beginning is an end.