I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.

There is no such thing as a lost cause, because there is no such thing as a gained cause

No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.