People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

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

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.