All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.
Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun.
Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.