O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

All's love, yet all's law.