And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
An intellectual hatred is the worst.
Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again.
You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?