I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!