I could give all to Time except — except What I myself have held. But why declare The things forbidden that while the Customs slept I have crossed to… - Robert Frost

They've tried to grasp with too much social fact Too large a situation. You and I Would be afraid if we should comprehend And get outside of too much bad statistics, Our muscles never could again contract: We never could recover human shape, But must live lives out mentally agape Or die of philosophical distention. That's how we feel — and we're no special mystics.

She drew back; he was calm "It is this that had the power," And he lashed his open palm With the tender-headed flower.

For, dear me, why abandon a belief,
Merely because it ceases to be true,
Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt,
It will turn true again, for so it goes.