In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.
At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?
Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.
Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.
There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.