We are fastened to a dying animal.

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all

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

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and habits of thought that extreme opinions affront the sense of probability. Propositions, for instance, which set all the truth upon one side can only enter rich minds to dislocate and strain, if they can enter at all, and sooner or later the mind expels them by instinct.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams