TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I obs...
It is impossible for me to be an Anarchist, for I do not believe in the essential goodness of man. The world, the physical world, that was once all in all to me, has at moments such as these no road t...
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
My heart is warm with the friends I make And better friends I'll not be knowing Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take No matter where it's going.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.
With him for a sire and her for a dam What should I be but just what I am?
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.
Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.
A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.