Perhaps the efforts of the true poets, founders, religions, literatures, all ages, have been, and ever will be, our time and times to come, essentially the same - to bring people back from their present strayings and sickly abstractions, to the costless, average, divine, original concrete.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.