Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.

Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.