There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.