The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by