Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.

For words of rapture groping, they"Never such love," swore "ever before was!"

The difference between prose logic and poetic thought is simple. The logician uses words as a builder uses bricks, for the unemotional deadness of his academic prose; and is always coining newer, deader words with a natural preference for Greek formations. The poet avoids the entire vocabulary of logic unless for satiric purposes, and treats words as living creatures with a preference for those with long emotional histories dating from mediaeval times. Poetry at its purest is, indeed, a defiance of logic.

The gift of independence once granted cannot be lightly taken away again.

The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.