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

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

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

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 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.

Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.

You can’t say you love man as an individual if you have not dealt with the person’s complex personality, his or her unfamiliar habits, disturbing impulses and biological makeup.

I love animals, especially with barbeque sauce.

When I create characters for the world of others I realize how much I have yet to experience.

Only the one who does not question is safe from making a mistake.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

We have now reached a turning point in the struggle between freedom and terror.

Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of will.

The studio is not the place to write. You need to be 75% ready when you go into the studio, and then the music can develop to the next stage.

I have no fear of the Hereafter. An orthodox hell could hardly be more torture than my life has been.