Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.

The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!