The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculating fingers what it has offered; this is music, made after long silence. The soul flexes its wings, and, clumsy as any fledgling, tries the air again

Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage.

The mills of God work like lightning compared with the law.