And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried