But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams

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

The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away

If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.