“And all at once the heavy nightFell from my eyes and I could see, --A drenched and dripping apple-tree,A last long line of silver rain,A sky grown clear and blue again.And as I looked a quickening gustOf wind blew up to me and thrustInto my face a miracleOf orchard-breath, and with the smell, --I know not how such things can be! --I breathed my soul back into me.Ah! Up then from the ground sprang IAnd hailed the earth with such a cryAs is not heard save from a manWho has been dead, and lives again.About the trees my arms I wound;Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;I raised my quivering arms on high;I laughed and laughed into the sky”

“Beauty is whatever gives joy.”

“The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.”

“A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.”

“April Comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers.”

“And if I loved you Wednesday well what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.”

“After all my erstwhile dear my no longer cherished need we say it was no love just because it perished?”

“'Tis not love's going hurts my days but that it went in little ways.”

“Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.”

“It is not true that life is one damn thing after another- it's one damn thing over and over.”

“I love humanity but I hate people.”