Everything we look upon is blest.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a rule, Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.

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

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?

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.