To heal from the inside out is the key.
Just to let you know that the buffet car will be closing for stocktaking in five minutes. The next station stop is Chesterfield.
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise
Cats are put on earth to remind us that not everything has a purpose.
Everyone may not be good, but there's always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
For those who have experienced the joy of being alone with nature there is really little need for me to say much more; for those who have not, no words of mine can ever describe the powerful, almost mystical knowledge of beauty and eternity that come, suddenly, and all unexpected.
Poetry has its uses for despair. It can carve a shape in which a pain can seem to be; it can give one’s loss a form and dimension so that it might be loss and not simply a hopeless haunting. It can do these things for one person, or it can do them for an entire culture. But poetry is for psychological, spiritual, or emotional pain. For physical pain it is, like everything but drugs, useless.
I am tired to death! tired of every thing! I would give the universe for a disposition less difficult to please. Yet, after all, what is there to give pleasure? When one has seen one thing, one has seen every thing.