Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

An intellectual hate is the worst.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

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

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.