So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time.

Time spent with poets is never wasted.

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

The price of being oneself is so high and involves so much ruthlessness toward others (or what looks like ruthlessness in our duty-bound culture) that very few people can afford it.

It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.