Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I mean the inner consciousness, the inner conviction that one is doing well the thing that one is best fitted to do by nature.

The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.