Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?