If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

not fare well, but fare forward

I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith The army of unalterable law.