“Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.”

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

An intellectual hate is the worst.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

Myself I must remake.

Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.

Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.

I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Starve a heart long enough and it will learn to feed on its own love.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

Men wear hearts on the sleeves that boys wipe their noses on.

Do not seek Adolf Hitler with your mind. You will find him through the strength of your hearts.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

He is the sun melting the snow in my heart.