Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people, of animals, a love ingengering gentleness and goodness that moved meand that I saw in you

Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.