Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!