Everything in nature is resurrection.

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.

The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary, Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeler.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.