It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height. So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may take something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

For any eye is an evil eye That looks in onto a mood apart.

The domination of the public way in which things have been interpreted has already decided upon even the possibilities of being attuned, that is, about the bas…

Those who, in the nineteenth century, argued the dangers of a mass democracy in which a majority of the voters would have no stake in the country at all, had r…

Truth is the most unbending and uncompliable, the most necessary, firm, immutable, and adamantine thing in the world.