My mind may be American but my heart is British.
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
Where is the Life we lost in living?
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.