The present is an eternal now.
What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!