Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

I hate commas in the wrong places.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.