Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

Corruption never has been compulsory; when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed

...Science and mathematics Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it, They never touch it: consider what an explosion Would rock the bones of men into little white fragments and unsky the world If any mind for a moment touch truth.

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.