Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.

Fair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied."

Everything in nature is resurrection.