I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

You can’t really, truly love a thing. Love is only possible between beings or groups of beings. Love of a thing doesn’t work because it can’t love back.

The head is always the dupe of the heart.

One effect of an individualistic culture that's poor at instilling mutual respect is that people jump more quickly to anger or violence.

To make up a dance, I still need, as I needed then, a pot of tea, walking space, privacy and an idea.

I learned with 'The Beach' that I'm a bit better lower down the radar.

Don't undertake a project unless it is manifestly important and nearly impossible.

The sound that I play is delayed, it's modified, and it's modulated. It's an intelligent system; it's happening now.

The guide, the guru, the leader, the teacher, has passed away; the boy, the student, the servant, is left behind.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.