Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.
...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.