Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

No generation is interested in art in quite the same way as any other; each generation, like each individual, brings to the contemplation of art its own categories of appreciation, makes its own demands upon art, and has its own uses for art.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.