It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong.

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world, And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.