The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!