Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can be lost?-- Only the sorry cost Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself! The level flood that laves The hot brow And the stiff shoulder Is at our temples now. Gone is the fever, But not into the river; Melted the frozen pride, But the tranquil tide Runs never the warmer for this, Never the colder. Immerse the dream. Drench the kiss. Dip the song in the stream.