And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
Think where man's glory Most begins and ends And say my glory was That I had such friends.
My wretched dragon is perplexed.
Hearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned.
Love comes in at the eye.
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Myself I must remake.
We can only begin to live when we conceive life as tragedy.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned by those who are not entirely beautiful.
Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
“To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
I bring you with reverent hands the books of my numberless dreams.
I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
In dreams begin responsibilities.
There is another world, but it is in this one.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.
Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, when I give I give myself.
What can be explained is not poetry.
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.