I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius, but never abandoned.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary, Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeler.

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.