I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.