Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He shall unravel all.

The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning - first fallen flake of the coming snows of age - is a disagreeable thing.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.