The casual is not Enough. The freshness of transformation is The freshness of a world. It is our own, It is ourselves, the freshness of ourselves, And that necessity and that presentation Are rubbings of a glass in which we peer.

Like a page of music, like an upper air, Like a momentary color, in which swans Were seraphs, were saints, were changing essences. The west wind was the music,…

Of these beginnings, gay and green, propose The suitable amours. Time will write them down.

He tries by a peculiar speech to speak The peculiar potency of the general

Something had changed-but it was not the street- The street was just the same-it was himself.

Be grateful for blessings/Don't ever change, keep your essence

The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself - the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us - that's where it's …