At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.
What joy is better than the news of friends?
My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.