The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.
Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.