It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.

The key to seeing the world's soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Socrates and Jesus, two teachers of virtue and love, were executed because of the unsettling, threatening power of their souls, which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.