Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.

We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.

Love is proved in the letting go.

A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry.

A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.

They who in folly or mere greed Enslaved religion, markets, laws, Borrow our language now and bid Us to speak up in freedom's cause.

High sprits they had: gravity they flouted.

Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.

The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple

Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you.

Maybe love is something we’re meant to say casually and not regard as a prize from a treasure chest that a person earns.

A feather when viewed separately may seem like only a feather, But when seen through the eyes of truth it is a sacred instrument that lifts a bird in flight.

All I'm saying is that minerals are just a rudimentary form of consciousness whereas the other people are saying that consciousness is a complicated form of minerals.

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

Having one of your like dumb sort of stream of consciousness tweets used against you on a right wing website is the ultimate compliment.

Of course there are certain things that get to me, but I try and lead by example and show people that, especially with haters, that you should just ignore them.

I always love to do my own stunts when they let me, right?