The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.

Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree

The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows / Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes

The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.

I suppose I passed it a hundred times, But I always stop for a minute. And look at the house, the tragic house, The house with nobody in it.

There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride.

There is no peace to be taken With poets who are young, For they worry about the wars to be fought and the songs that must be sung.

For nothing keeps a poet In his high singing mood Like unappeasable hunger For unattainable food.

Things have a terrible permanence when people die.

I think that I shall never scan A tree as lovely as a man. . . . . A tree depicts divinest plan, But God himself lives in a man.

When would I stop being second choice? Would I ever be number one to the person I cared most about in the world?

Concern for man and his fate must always form the chief interest of all technical endeavors. Never forget this in the midst of your diagrams and equations.

It's easy to love humanity when you're this far away from it.

One of the things that I cannot fathom is young actors who will not audition and won't read.

Opportunities ... fall in the way of every man who is resolved to take advantage of them.

It was chilling to realize that the sentimental qualities most valued between people, like loyalty, constancy, and affection, are the ones most likely to impede change.

If thou be not busy for thyself now, who shall be busy for thee in time to come?

That I want to try in life? There's a lot of things I want to try. There's never enough time to try anything. I would love to have a hobby. I have no hobbies.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you

You've never in your life seen a horse run like this! He's all power - all beauty.