Whence had they come The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.

All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf