When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.

I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.