Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.
I have drunken deep of joy.
We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicated nature; we are not the masters of our own imaginations and moods of mental being.