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

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Man has created death.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

Mock mockers after that That would not lift a hand maybe To help good, wise or great To bar that foul storm out, for we Traffic in mockery.