No prudent antagonist thinks light of his adversaries.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.

Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.

Neither a work of nature nor one of art we get to know when they have been finished; we must surprise them in the process of beingcreated so as to understand them to some degree.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days

Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.