"To me it seems that they who grasp the world, The Kingdom and the power and the glory, Must pay with deepest misery of spirit, Atoning unto God for a brief brightness, And ever ransom, like this rigid king, The outward victory with inward loss."

"I tell you we are fooled by the eye, the ear, These organs muffle us from that real world That lies about us, we are duped by brightness. The ear, the eye doth make us deaf and blind; Else should we be aware of all our dead, Who pass above us, through us and beneath us."

"It is the fault of dreamers to fear fate."

"The love that shall not weary, must be art."

"So still it is that we might almost hear The sigh of all the sleepers in the world. And all the rivers running to the sea."

"Think you the old would die? At any cost they would prolong the light. 'Tis we, in whose pure blood the fever takes, Newly innoculate with violent life, 'Tis we who are so mad to die."

"... can any tell How sorrow first doth come? Is there a step, A light step, or a dreamy drip of oars? Is there a stirring of leaves, a ruffle of wings? For it seems to me that softly, without hand, Surely she touches me."

"... who shall set a shore to love? When hath it ever swerved from death, or when Hath it not burned away all barriers, Even dearest ties of mother and of son, Even of brothers?"

"We cannot choose; our faces madden men!"

"You must know that love is a thing physical. It can be sweated out of a man by hard riding; it evaporates from the body like any humour."

"What if the powers permit The doing of that deed which serves us now; Then of that very deed do make a spur To drive us to some act that we abhor? The first step is with us; then all the road The long road is with Fate."

"The gentle are tame birds that feed the hawk."

"A mighty spearsman, and a seaman wise, A hunter, and at need a lord of lies."

"True to a vision, steadfast to a dream."

"O death, thou hast a beckon to the brave, Thou last sea of the navigator, last Plunge of the diver, and last hunter's leap."

"Duty, that grey ash of a burnt-out fire, That lie between a woman and a man!"

"The dead who frown I fear not: but I fear The dead who smile!"

"The pastoral fields burned by the setting sun."

"When did a lover heed a mother's woe?"

"She hath no skill in living—but to love."

"And though with sadder, still with kinder eyes, We shall behold all frailties, we shall haste To pardon, and with mellowing minds to bless."

"But we shall sit with luminous holy smiles, Endeared by many griefs, by many a jest, And custom sweet of living side by side."

"... how shall I know That I myself may not, by sorrow taught, Accept the perfect stillness of the ground?"

"Sea-faring men with their sea-weary eyes."

"The half of music, I have heard men say, Is to have grieved; when comes the lonely wail Over the mind."

"Beautiful friendship tried by sun and wind, Durable from the daily dust of life."

"... when we women sin, 'tis not By art; it is not easy, it is not light; It is our agony shot through with bliss: We sway and rock and suffer ere we fall."

"The fiery funeral of foliage old."

"What is the love of men that women seek it?"

"With slow sweet surgery restore the brain, And to dispel shadows and shadowy fear."

"The fierce ingratitude of children loved, Ah, sting of stings!"

"Beautiful Faith surrendering to Time."

"The greenly silent and cool-growing night."

"Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea."

"How good it is to live, even at the worst!"

"The listless ripple of Oblivion."

"As rich and purposeless as is the rose: Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."

"Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."

"The illumed unconscious faces of the crowd!"

"Thy face remembered is from other worlds, It has been died for, though I know not when. It has been sung of, though I know not where."

"A sense of something coming on the world, A crying of dead prophets from their tombs, A singing of dead poets from their graves."

"Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes Less than themselves."

"... she who sits enthroned may not prolong The luxury of tears; nor may she waste. In lasting widowhood a people's hopes, So hard is height, so cruel is a crown."

"Alas! I am a woman utterly!"

"The touch that's gracious, deft, and feminine."

"What were revel without wine? What were wine without a song?"

"Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive."

"Los Angeles is a sophisticated city; it has no eccentricities and no heart."