Education is not filling

And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

Words alone are certain good.

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

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.

Our words must seem to be inevitable.