The brain is wider than the sky.
I dwell in possibility...
I'm nobody, who are you?
Forever is composed of nows.
A word is dead when it's been said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not an expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to escape from these.
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Much Madness is divinest Sense
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