“You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.”

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.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.

You little star that shines so bright you make the whole sky look glorious from a million miles away.

Popularity has a bright side, it unlocks many doors. But the truth is that I don’t like it very much because it changes the private life into a very small thing.

We may be excused for not always being bright, but we are not excused for not being gracious, yielding and considerate.

Because a woman brought death a bright Maiden overcame it, and so the highest blessing in all of creation lies in the form of a woman, since God has become man in a sweet and blessed Virgin.

Cause there’s a light in me that shines brightly. They can try, but they can’t take that away from me.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.