You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.

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

The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again.