Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.