“Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.”

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.

That which is creative must create itself.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I must choose between despair and Energy – I choose the latter.

Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.

I have so much of you in my heart.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

The scars on my mind are on replay.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

Mere anxiety is the source of everything.

The path of least resistance and least trouble is a mental rut already made. It requires troublesome work to undertake the alteration of old beliefs.

A mental stain can neither be blotted out by the passage of time nor washed away by any waters.

Mental health is a battlefield we go through every day. Some days it looks like the war may be over, and other days we are in the trenches.

I have never known anything more quietly loud than my anxiety.

The circumstances which a man encounters with suffering are the result of his own mental inharmony.