The luck will alter and the star will rise.
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
I had seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.