Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.

It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.

A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.

People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.

I was the world in which I walked.

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.