For Precisely When Concepts Fail One, Words

Lay Hold Of Life With Both Hands, Whenever Thou Mayest Seize It, It Is Interesting.

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical, If The Poet Knows How To Use It Properly.

We Can Always Redeem The Man Who Aspires And Strives.

Do Not Hurry; Do Not Rest.