Love doesn’t make the world go round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life.
Light tomorrow with today.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.
Every man soon or late comes round by Rome.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
The face of all the world is changed, I think Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul.
Eyes affirming bread is bread, Is it hardly I can bear the cry?
And poets see an agony we can’t.
I am the servant of the world’s needs.
An artist is a person driven by the desire to create beauty.
Do you know the true function of criticism? It is to guide and rectify a man for future application.
Now I saw the familiar lighted doorway In the distance and considered stepping through, To what ? To what insightful comment?
Wrapt in despair’s unconquerable mist.
But who art thou, with curious voice, Raised as they passed along? And whose the cheek and whose the eyes Thou kissest with thy song?
And then the poet in my soul arose, And as the bird sings in the fountains’ flow, I sang your name.
The joy of young ideas is in their strength.
But to be brave, is to love someone unconditionally without expecting anything in return.
Books, books, I had found the secret of a garret room, Piled high with cases in my father’s name.
There is no truer truth obtainable By man than comes of music.
Light tomorrow with today.
To seek approval is to have no resting-place.
You know that softest sweetest thing That ever grew beside a human door?
Agnostic — not a whiff of God until you smell Everything.
I sleep, and I feel now sleep cannot come As far as it would fain, as far as it will go.
Love is energy of life.
Eyes, Love, do you know what it means to be loved?
Only once and once, and once, And yet once more.
Ah love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams.
What of soul was left, I wonder, When the kissing had to stop?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes.
Here doth the sun rise, Here spring arise, Here birds sing, flowers bloom, And the air has a sweet perfume.
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
It is not eloquence, but truth, that awakens.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
And so it was I entered the broken world to trace the visionary company of love.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face.”
The brimming river sets the poets mad.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers.
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