I hate commas in the wrong places.
Youth, large, lusty, loving -- Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed of perfection.