A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Action is redemption.
Love can do all but raise the Dead.
Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
Friends are nations in themselves.
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.