I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away