A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!