“We turn not older with years but newer every day.”

Beauty is not caused. It is.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Hope never stops at all.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

The brain is wider than the sky.

You can stay young as long as you learn.

Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time. Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

You don’t have to be a house to be haunted.

There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.