Live in the layers, not on the litter.

The ear writes my poems, not the mind.

Oh, how cowardly is wickedness always!

The only goal is the decency of means.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

Your room is not your prison. You are.

What is so real as the cry of a child?

The tulips are too red...they hurt me.

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!

Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.

Cats are the tigers of us poor devils.

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

I hate the sin, but I love the sinner.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

A fool and his money be soon at debate

Who goes a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing.

I have always loved radio as a medium.

My body is the fruit of spirits' play.

The height of mediocrity is still low.

A poet's first contract is with truth.

Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.

Popularity? It's glory's small change.

Art moves. Hence its civilizing power.

If nobody loved, the sun would go out.

There shall be no slavery of the mind.

They can conquer who believe they can.

They are able who think they are able.

Look with favor upon a bold beginning.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

The noblest motive is the public good.

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.

Make the visible a little hard to see.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

What lovely things Thy hand hath made.

Expect poison from the standing water.

Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.

A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.

Great offices will have great talents.

Blest be the art that can immortalize.

He who dares not (reason), is a slave.

Heaven give you many, many merry days.

The leopard does not change his spots.

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

If music be the food of love, play on.

To do a great right do a little wrong.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

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