Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.
Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling him down.
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.
I love humanity but I hate people.
She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.
Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
Life must go on; I forget just why.
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.
You are loved. If so, what else matters?
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Music my rampart, and my only one.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
What should I be but just what I am?
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.