There is nothing so terrible as activity without insight.
Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.
Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.
The deed is everything, the glory is naught.
What we don't understand we don't possess.
To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Become one with them - that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.