beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.

The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned

Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.

O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.

It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.

Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love.