“Where is the land of Luthany,Where is the tract of Elenore?I am bound therefore.'Pierce thy heart to find the key;With thee takeOnly what none else would keep;Learn to dream when thou dost wake;Lea...”

“The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose's scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.”

“My freshness is spending its wavering shower in the dust.”

“All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.”

“Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.”

“In all change well looked into the germinal good out-vails the apparent ill.”

“Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It ...”

“In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on.”

“It is amazing, though, what pains your subconscious will undergo in achieve sustainable peace.”