Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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.
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.
I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.