While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted out.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.