How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead . . . That we descant and yet again descant Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song: Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young We loved each other and were ignorant.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.