Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
Why stay on the earth except to grow.
'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.
A lion may die of an ass's kick.