Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

Talent should minister to genius.

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.