On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend . . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.