Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.