You must be fit to give before you can be fit to receive.
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.
Is it not possible that the ultimate end is gaiety and music and a dance of joy?
Because our lives are cowardly and sly, Because we do not dare to take or give, Because we scowl and pass each other by, We do not live; we do not dare to live.
Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.
Men come of age at sixty, women at fifteen.