Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
War is the statesman's game the priest's delight the lawyer's jest the...
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in...
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
We look before and after And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter...
Twin-sister of Religion Selfishness.
Poetry is a sword of lightning ever unsheathed which consumes the scabbard...
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it...
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty believe in them and try to follow where they lead.
