There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

Our words must seem to be inevitable.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some of these are ugly or grotesque, and some wicked or foolish, but very many beautiful beyond any one we have ever seen, and that these are not far away... and the simple of all times and the wise men of ancient times have seen them and even spoken to them.