Nature is the art of God.
Love insists the loved loves back
Everywhere is here and every when is now.
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
I made my own house be my gallows.
Thou shall know by experience how salt the savor is of others' bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.