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

I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he wants us to accept.

And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.

THOUGH you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun.

Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.