When I came back to New York, it was such a joke because I was always referred to as the pure young… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, "To whom it may… — John Godfrey Saxe Copy Share Image
The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
