To Have The Sense Of

Is It So Small A Thing To Have Enjoyed The Sun, To Have Lived Light In The Sky, To Have Loved, To Have Thought, To Have Done?

Ah, Love, Let Us Be True To One Another!

Without Poetry Our Science Will Appear Incomplete, And Most Of What Now Passes With Us For Religion And Philosophy Will Be Replaced By Poetry.

This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims.

The Pursuit Of Perfection, Then, Is The Pursuit Of Sweetness And Light.