A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.

Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.

The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Florence Farr once said to me, If we could say to ourselves, with sincerity, 'this passing moment is as good as any I shall ever know,' we could die upon the instant and be united with God.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.