When I ask for a water cress sandwich, I do not mean a loaf with a field in the middle of it.
Art persists, it timelessly continues.
The only thing that can console one for being poor is extravagance.
If you are not long, I will wait for you all my life.
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.
The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.