The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.

Work for your own soul's sake.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf; A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf', Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline You went through sloven spirit, craven heart And cynic indolence. And here the art Of molding clay has caught you for the nonce And made your shame our shame ~ Your head in bronze!