Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away

To keep a warm heart in a cold world is the real victory.

Wealth is not what you have for yourself. Wealth is what you share with others.

Discussions of death and such matters do more to unlock the human tongue than any other subject.

This was in the good old days, when monsters were fantasy.

You can't realise love or yourself until you are still enough to drop down through the restlessness and frustrations into that deeper level of your being

Natural justice is a compact resulting from expediency by which men seek to prevent one man from injuring others and to protect him from being injured by them.

Envy like fire always makes for the highest points.

Think of the country mouse and of the town mouse, and of the alarm and trepidation of the town mouse.

You can't lead anybody you don't love. You can't do it. It's not possible.

Right is right only when entire.