In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.