I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.

Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?