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?

It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

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