The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.

All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.

The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.