To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.
Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.
Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.