Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

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.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.