Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woma >>
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get U >>
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the e >>
Only poetry inspires poetry. >>
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another wi >>
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the s >>
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.