Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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

Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

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

A lonely impulse of delight