I must choose between despair and Energy. I choose the latter.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed$$$ she dreams awake$$$ trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

We have woven a web$$$ you and I$$$ attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

Give me books$$$ French wine$$$ fruit$$$ fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection.

The highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge$$$ or Virtue$$$ or Goodness$$$ or Victory$$$ but something even greater$$$ more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!

Let people be$$$ boss; don't open their eyes. And supposing you did$$$ what'd they see? Their misery! Leave their eyes closed$$$ boss$$$ and let them go on dreaming!

When everyone drowns and I'm the only one to escape$$$ God is protecting me. When everyone else is saved and I'm the only one to drown$$$ God is protecting me then too.