'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!

They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.