One wise man’s verdict outweighs all the fools’.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
Silence ’tis awe decrees.
The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.
Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.
Poetry, like love, is something we never truly say goodbye to.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.
God’s justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.