Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.

When comparing works of art, it is important that the art itself, and not the artists, be considered.

Those who arrive at the end of the journey are not those who began.

So the lover must struggle for words.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.

Where is the Life we lost in living?