An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.