The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,The soul recovers radical innocenceAnd learns at last that it is self-delighting,Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will.

Justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.