Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years..

Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong! Tell me, O Lord--tell me, O Lord, how long Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!.

Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching..

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen..

I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them..

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save..

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.

I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square..

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks..

I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again..

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven..

Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them..

Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of..

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go..

Your Dollar is your only Word, / The wrath of it your only fear. / You build it altars tall enough / To make you see, but your are blind; / You canno….

seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die..

Do you hear the children singing?.

Life is the game that must be played..

Language that tells us, through a more or less emotional reaction, something that can not be said..

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give..