... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.

And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight.

I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.

How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

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

Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.