Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man??a world without a sun.
If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.
I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
To know that one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
Blessed be childhood which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.