<p>And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune$$$ none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation$$$ or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.</p>

<p>Ending is better than mending.</p>

<p>Love and the Soul (for that is what Psyche means) had sought and$$$ after sore trials$$$ found each other; and that union could never be broken.</p>

<p>You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other.</p>

<p>But I have promises to keep$$$ and miles to go before I sleep.</p>

<p>Nature's first green is gold$$$<br />
Her hardest hue to hold.<br />
Her early leaf's a flower;<br />
But only so an hour.<br />
Then leaf subsides to leaf.<br />
So Eden sank to grief$$$<br />
So dawn goes down to day.<br />
Nothing gold can stay.</p>

<p>Poetry is what gets lost in translation.</p>

<p>In writing$$$ you must kill all your darlings.</p>

<p>If the gods listened to the prayers of men$$$ all humankind would quickly perish since they constantly pray for many evils to befall one another.</p>

<p>He to whom this emotion is a stranger$$$ who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe$$$ is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.</p>