The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch.

Author: E. M. Forster

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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.

The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.

History develops, art stands still.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.