Quotes

Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky.

Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore—but was I sober when I swore?

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavor and dispute.

The worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling.

Into this Universe, and why not knowing... and out of it, as Wind along the Waste.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on.

There are stories in everything. I've got some of my best yarns from park benches and lampposts.

Love and business and family are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

Write what you like; there is no other rule.