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

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages And all the drop-scenes drop at once Upon a hundred thousand stages It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

An intellectual hate is the worst.