Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

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

...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?