Love works miracles in stillness.

Creeds and castes, and all forms of intellectual and emotional grouping, belong to the past.

Once we become conscious of a feeling and attempt to make a corresponding form, we are engaged in an activity which, far from being sincere, is prepared (as any artist if he is sincere will tell you) to moderate feelings to fit the form. The artist's feeling for form is stronger than a formless feeling.

I can imagine no society which does not embody some method of arbitration.

It is not my purpose as a poet to condemn war (or to be exact, modern warfare). I only wish to present the universal aspects of a particular event.

The farther a society progresses, the more clearly the individual becomes the antithesis of the group.

The slave may be happy, but happiness is not enough.