Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.

The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.