Sara Teasdale

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

— Sara Teasdale

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

— Sara Teasdale

Then, like an old-time orator impressively he rose; I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

— Sara Teasdale

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

— Sara Teasdale

I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

— Sara Teasdale

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.

— Sara Teasdale

What shall I give you, my lord, my lover? The gift that breaks the heart in me: I bid you awake at dawn and discover I have gone my way and left you free.

— Sara Teasdale