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

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

We of the craft are all crazy.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.