There is no shelter in you anywhere.
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.
Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, “Someday you must meet my mother.”
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw, – it must have been Very pretty.
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I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.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.