Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.

There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.

In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession.