Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

The reason of idleness and of crime is the deferring of our hopes. Whilst we are waiting, we beguile the time with jokes, with sleep, with eating, and with crimes.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Astrology is astronomy brought down to Earth and applied toward the affairs of men.

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation - this to to have succeeded.

If we must accept fate we are not less compelled to affirm liberty, the significance of the individual, the grandeur of duty, the power of character.