Words rose above the intolerably laden dumb oxen plodding through the mud. Words without meaning—wonderful words.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
When the shrivelled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning it satisfies the senses amazingly.