What comes from the heart goes to the heart
Within today, tomorrow is already walking.
A rogue is a roundabout fool.
Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart--the moral nature--was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion.