Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.

While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.