Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.