One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.

One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot see, and men who live primitive lives where instinct does the work of reason are fully conscious,of many things we cannot perceive at all. As life becomes more orderly, more deliberate, the supernatural world sinks farther away.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.

Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.

Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.