Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.