The essence of all beauty, I call love.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'