A man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
There is another world, but it is in this one.
What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.
Bid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.