We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.