Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.
Everything that possesses life dies if it has to live in uncongenial surroundings.
The ultimate aim of the ego is not to see something, but to be something.
If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy.
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
Words, without power, is mere philosophy.