I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

Style, personality - deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - is the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and money-changers.

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

I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.