Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.
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.
Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.
life is long between the desire and the spasm.
The role of art is not to express the personality but to overcome it.
Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.