He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.

Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.

The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.

To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

You can’t be the warrior in someone else’s tragedy

I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.

What are you most thankful for?” she asked.My reply came easily. “Being too blessed to have any hope of answering that question.

If you have arthritis calmly say I was always complaining about the ruts in the road until I realized that the ruts are the road.

Who speaks to the instincts speaks to the deepest in mankind, and finds the readiest response.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

Everything goes with short hair. It's bananas.

I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and like a Christian, I confessed. Confessed! Some dream I had must have mistaken you for God that day.

Don't face the day until you've faced God.