“The mind, at length bereftOf thinking and its pain,Will soon disperse again,And nothing will remain:No, not a thing be left.Only the ardent eye,Only the listening earCan say, "The thrush was here!"Can say, "His song was clear!"Can live, before it die.”

“The mind, at length bereftOf thinking and its pain,Will soon disperse again,And nothing will remain:No, not a thing be left.Only the ardent eye,Only the listening earCan say, "The thrush was here!"Can say, "His song was clear!"Can live, before it die.”

“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.”