Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
Life hath more awe than death.