“Things have a terrible permanence when people die.”

“Poems are made by fools like me But only God can make a tree.”

“Things have a terrible permanence when people die.”

“If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong,For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along.And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows,Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.”

“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.”