There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.