For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.
The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.
We can at least try to understand our own motives, passions, and prejudices, so as to be conscious of what we are doing when we apeal to those of others. This is very difficult, because our own prejudice and emotional bias always seems to us so rational.