How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!

Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.

Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.

Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.

Youth condemns; maturity condones