Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

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.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.