Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.

One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.

Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?