What answer to the meaning of existence should one require beyond the right to exercise one's gifts?

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.

If we really want to live, we'd better start at once to try.

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.

A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become.

Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.

Warm are the still and lucky miles, White shores of longing stretch away, A light of recognition fills The whole great day, and bright The tiny world of lovers' arms. Silence invades the breathing wood Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep, Now greenly falls the learned shade Across the sleeping brows And stirs their secret to a smile. Restored! Returned! The lost are borne On seas of shipwreck home at last: See! In a fire of praising burns The dry dumb past, and we Our life-day long shall part no more.