Call no man foe but never love a stranger
People happy in love have an air of intensity
The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears
vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may
The task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women
If you don’t go out in the woods
nothing will ever happen
and your life will never begin.
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
