The labor of the alchemists, who were called artist in their day, is a befitting comparison for a deliberate change of style.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

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.

O but we dreamed to mend Whatever mischief seemed To afflict mankind, but now That winds of winter blow Learn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick