I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat.

Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea