Aim for the top. There is plenty of room there. There are so few at the top it is almost lonely there.
Time hates love, wants love poor,but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.
For me, poetry is the music of being human. And also a time machine by which we can travel to who we are and to who we will become.
You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what's in your heart.
I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.
Poetry, above all is a series of intense moments its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing with emotion.
Hume's doctrine was that the circumstances vary, the amount of happiness does not; that the beggar cracking fleas in the sunshine under a hedge, and the duke rolling by in his chariot, the girl equipped for her first ball, and the orator returning triumphant from the debate, had different means, but the same quantity of pleasant excitement.
Oh, remember that as certain as the historical fact, He died on Calvary; so certain is the prophetic fact, He shall reign, and you and I will stand there. I durst not touch that subject. Take it into your own hearts, and think about it, a kingdom, a judgment-seat, a crown, a gathered universe; separation, decision, execution of the sentence.
The aesthetic serviceability of objects of beauty is not greatly nor universally heightened by possession.
Regular and simple life is the life of God; the chaotic and the complex one is the Devil's!