We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.

We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors' victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

My name is only an anagram of toilets.

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.