Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.