For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy set Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen The martyrs call the world.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams