Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.