Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.
In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.
Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.
Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.
Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.