“The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.”

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

I dwell in possibility.

They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!

You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.

You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

The eyes of my eyes are opened.

I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.