“in heavenly realms of hellas dwelttwo very different sons of zeus:one, handsome strong and born to dare--a fighter to his eyelashes--the other,cunning ugly lame;but as you'll shortly comprehenda marvellous artificernow Ugly was the husband of(as happens every now and thenupon a merely human plane)someone completely beautiful;and Beautiful,who(truth to sing)could never quite tell right from wrong,took brother Fearless by the eyesand did the deed of joy with himthen Cunning forged a web so subtleair is comparatively crude;an indestructible occultsupersnare of resistless metal:and(stealing toward the blissful pair)skilfully wafted over them-selves this implacable unthingnext,our illustrious scientistpetitions the celestial hostto scrutinize his handiwork:they(summoned by that savage yellfrom shining realms of regions dark)laugh long at Beautiful and Brave--wildly who rage,vainly who strive;and being finally releasedflee one another like the pestthus did immortal jealousyquell divine generosity,thus reason vanquished instinct andmatter became the slave of mind;thus virtue triumphed over viceand beauty bowed to uglinessand logic thwarted life:and thus--but look around you,friends and foesmy tragic tale concludes herewith:soldier,beware of mrs smith”

“may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungryand fearless and thirsty and suppleand even if it's sunday may i be wrongfor whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefullyand love yourself so more than trulythere's never been quite such a fool who could failpulling all the sky over him with one smile”

“the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.Mind looked long at the sticky moonopening in dusk her new wingsthen decently hanged himself,one afternoon.The last thing he saw was younaked amid unnaked things...”

“may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.”

“a total stranger one black dayknocked living the hell out of me-who found forgiveness hard becausemy(as it happened)self he was-but now that fiend and i are suchimmortal friends the other's each ”

“I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.”

“Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:no man or woman on this big small earth.How should our sages miss the mark of life,and our most skillful players lose the game?your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me:because all know, and no one understands.”