The poet who walks by moonlight is conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be referred to lunar influence.

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

English sense has toiled, but Hindoo wisdom never perspired.

As to conforming outwardly and living your own life inwardly, I do not think much of that.

I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is...

We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue.

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.