If You Don't Know How Great This

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice. From What I've Tasted Of Desire, I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire. But If It Had To Perish Twice I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I've Learned About Life: It Goes On.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round